You know the day I had to come to Chennai to start my Post Graduation chapter, I had met with a nasty road accident on my way to the airport. The last few weeks, as I am coming close to the end of this chapter, my body has been giving up on me time and again. I feel that life has come a full circle. But I guess it was between those moments that I learned what it was trying to tell me. I think it was between those tiny fraction of seconds when life flashes in front of you, you realize you could have savoured it a little more. It was when I was traveling to the airport from that road accident with a bump in my head, I realized maybe I could have done something to avoid it. With this sickness i am living with, I keep wondering what could have I done to not make this happen. And I feel most of lives are lived this way. With regret. And I wish there was a way of telling us to cherish what we have but it's always in retrospect, we wonder we could have done something more. But here's something: you can't. You can't go back, I can't go back to the days with a healthy stomach and the flashes from the accident still haunt me when I am in a car. But also feel that if I let it deprive of what's in the moment, then what good is it?
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