It was a dreary night in 1948. A person was walking through the streets of London. On the first turn, there was an accident. A young couple was hit by a car. They were lying on street upon a pool of their own blood, the person walked past them. On the next, a corrupt policeman was taking bribe from a poor man, the person never cared. Along the street, there were two men raping a teenage girl, the person never offered help. There isn’t much difference between us and that person. Perhaps, there was only one. That person was blind.