The Culprit

 I was walking down Colaba Causeway the other day. My friends had participated in a college festival and needed some props for a certain performance so I'd rushed down there with another friend of mine. That's when we came across a little baby lying on a rag of cloth on the footpath and this girl, presumably her sister was sitting nearby playing with a cup full of muck of some sort. I urged my friend to take a picture of the baby since she was holding Artemis (My camera). As soon as we stopped and it looked like we were taking an interest in the baby, this little girl started to get the child to look at us for the picture. she did all sorts of things and even threatened to slap the baby if the baby wouldn't look. immediately we lowered the camera, but not before this picture was taken. much later, when I was saving the pictures on my computer, I saw this one and a sharp twang of guilt reverberated  through me, as if I was some sort of unidentified culprit who was running around free when someone else was serving the term for a crime I'd committed. It was as if the girl in the picture was pointing an accusing finger at me, finally identifying the culprit in me......