Sometimes, in the middle of the night I regret the things I did not do and the words I did not say. But somehow in the clarity one acquires at midnight I realise that the way things have turned out are a matter of my choice. And sometimes I am happier where I am. I am only unhappy when I consider the what-ifs. So I store these what-ifs at the back of my head and save the nostalgia for the next time I have some spare time to stare into space and ponder how full of opportunity those days were.