Sometimes, some regrets refuse to go. Mine was just sitting there, somewhere; maybe even sleeping in a tiny hole in my mind. The regret didn’t gnaw, didn’t claw, didn’t even stir but I knew it was there and would be, always. Read on to know more... It’s not every day that your elder sister dies and you cannot make it to her funeral. Sorry, if I am making it sound like missing a birthday or an anniversary or even childbirth. But, not being able to see my sister’s face before the last rites is a regret I will always...
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