This thought struck me out of nowhere.
The idea of its consequences flashes a bundle of emotions at the same time.
What if you could relive the moments you have come across but with the knowledge that you now possess?
The knowledge of consequences. A chance to rewrite a few moments in your life.
Restart.
Will you make your parents cry if you could relive the day you are trying to forget?
Marvellous it will be to walk up to the girl of your adolescent dreams to whom you seldom spoke and ask her if she would like to walk with you to school.
Can you go for a bicycle ride with your boyhood friend gleefully on a rainy day if you know he will turn out to be your Judas in a week?
You could have saved your wallet from the pick-pocket that day.
Win a lottery.
It would be awesome if you knew before all the questions from the Math Exam and also at which step you will make a mistake.
How great will it be to make that one move which could have got you the dream job?
You can go back in time and confess your love if you know that she was waiting for you before marrying that dumb computer guy.
You can ask that friend to stay back on the night he died of an accident within thirty minutes of saying goodbye to you?
Dreams. Hopes for miracles. Grieves and tears for unbearable loss. Nostalgic pain. Deep breath. Chocking throat. Feeble smile.
Though the sanity of the mind knows what is done cannot be undone, the abyss of the heart longs to transport to those past days.
