Brown Stain on your white shirt

I had a meeting today after lunch, so I wore a white shirt. During lunch, a small drop of gravy went free, kissed the front of my shirt and fell down, while I witnessed it. I immediately went to the washroom, saw myself in the mirror. There was nothing visible on my shirt. But I knew it was there.

Now, I had to go to the meeting with a dirty shirt, I thought. I came out and asked my colleague if she could see a stain on my shirt, she assured me she couldn't. But that didn't help. And, I had to attend the whole meeting thinking that everyone might be looking at that brown stain on my white shirt. My confidence was a bit shaken.

That is exactly how 'conscience' works, people around you may not be able tell or judge you for all the wrong you have done, but deep down you know that there is a 'Brown Stain on your white shirt'