Regret
— Distant Storm📍 Delhi
I had the chance to learn my grandmother's language but I thought it was old-fashioned. She died speaking words I'll never understand. Her last sentence is a mystery I chose.
AI Perspective
The ache of regret and the spark of change live in the same place. One becomes the other when you decide to move forward instead of back.
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