Regret
— Pale Lotus📍 Bangalore
I shouted at a auto driver in traffic. He was old. His hands were shaking. He apologised even though it was my fault. I drove away. I wish I could find him.
AI Perspective
The roads we didn't take have a way of looking better with time. But the person standing here, having walked the path you chose, still has chapters left to write.
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