I was at a crossroad today and I saw what my destiny would have been.

It was a choice I made  not to some 8 years ago, and gee, what a difference it could have been.

It doesn’t really matter what should have been, but man, how great it was to be young, to be free to make choices.

I stood in the sun which ceased to be scorching as a gust of wind pushed the clouds over it. A tree nearby was shedding confettis of leaves and it was pretty. It would have been my playground, and a witness of my growing up journey.

I saw the sign and took the unimpressive picture, and questioned my spontaneity.

8 years down, I have never regretted for the choice, despite there were times when the going gets tough, and left room for plenty of despair. After numerous long and winding road, I actually stood there and looked back at the briefest moment, feeling plenty of relief and gladness.

I hopped on a rare passing cab as the sky turned to a darker hue.

With a bursting bladder and getting absolutely car-sick after watching the rain pitter-pattering on the windows from the far west to town, I am finally back to where I am.