Ice cream guilt and Redemption

Perhaps a man in his late twenties with a thick mustache and a heavy body does not look nice having ice cream.  Yet, like someone rightly said, a man is never old if he is not married, I am still a child. So, legitimately, I can have as much ice cream as I want. Besides I am financially independent. 

Normally, I roam the SJ town and lick ice cream on the old bridge after office. I am on the bridge because it provides cool air from the Dungsam River and the aromatic Jasmine scent. This is the way I escape the heat.

But, today I felt guilty about having ice cream. I didn’t notice a child behind me. He was with her mother. He was nagging his mother pointing at me. I was certain that it was the ice cream he was nagging. I didn’t know what to do. I could buy him ice cream but the shops were far away. Neither could I give the one I had. I was already halfway. In such a baffling moment, they were gone.

This got me feeling like an old donkey. So many questions came to me- why(s) and how(s). After a few seconds, I threw the remaining ice cream and vowed to look here and there before taking the ice cream hereafter.