You hear people say and as a school going boy you read in your thin moral science books- Honesty is the greatest virtue. At some point in your life you realize, indeed it is so. The best thing you can do in this mortal life is to maintain your honesty. So you try to be honest, to be known among your folks as an honest man. However there is not honesty alone, there is kindness too. You do not want just to be honest. You also try to be kind. Apart from honesty and kindness there are so many qualities that define a good person and you try to imbibe all of them in your characters; ultimately you want to be one whom people may describe as a good man. As days go by, through every moment you deal in your everyday life your effort is untiring. Then sometimes along the line you stop, turn around, and cast a long look behind you. You ask yourself, how good a person you had been till date? You remember some instances that give you assurance. But at the same time you recall some that disturb you. With a sad feeling you realize, you had not been a very good person after all. And there is a secret or two; imprisoned somewhere deep down within you, which you would never dare to set free. A sigh churns up in your chest and escapes. You take a look around, you look up at the sky once and you set out to try again, to be a good man, knowing well that the moon cannot rub off its black spots but it can surely make them less prominent in the glow of its light.
