There are moments when you know you have goofed up. It becomes evident in your voice, your shoulders droop, the other party looks disinterested. You just know it is going to come, hit you, slap you on your face and say tighten up. But whenever you try to, there is something invisible that pushes you down and down. Each blow is deadly and reminds you of so many things, mistakes especially, things you miss the most, things you could do at snap of fingers earlier are now demons you got to face. Wonder how one gets out of this? For all the chips seems to be exhausted.
Guess everyone one of us might have faced a time when you just wish there was a time machine. Well folks though you know there exists none, still you long for one.
Longing is painful.