"Those who are wise do not feel sorry over fate. Even with the greatest wisdom, that which is ordained will happen. No one can transgress the path that has been laid down."
--- Anukramanika Parva, The Mahabharata
Still we feel sorry over fate. You. I. We. Everybody. What if we could travel back in time and rectify our mistakes? What if we would have chosen a different path? What if this? What if that?
But no. No one can change his/her past. Only the present is ours. We all know that. Still when we ponder over our life's course in some lazy afternoon or in some sleepless night, we think about these 'what if's, though these thoughts are useless.
What if I hadn't met you?
What if I hadn't fallen in love,
What if I hadn't fallen in love,
With the wrong person, at the wrong time?
Could my life had been any different
Could my life had been any different
Than it is now?
May be then that the naive girl
May be then that the naive girl
Would never have ceased to exist.
May be then that this cynical version of me
May be then that this cynical version of me
Would never have emerged.
What if we never made love
On that fateful night,
On that fateful night,
Like two intoxicated lovers,
Madly in love with each other?
Madly in love with each other?
May be then that we would never have become parents.
But what good does it serve
To bring a new life on this earth
Born out of a broken marriage?
But what good does it serve
To bring a new life on this earth
Born out of a broken marriage?
What if...
What if...
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