Mamaji paused. A koel called from the neem tree.
“Regret? No, beta. Regret is for things you didn’t feel. I felt everything. That’s why I’m still here. That’s why I still laugh.” mamajbby
He smiled—a soft, ancient smile.
“Mamaji,” I said, “do you regret it?” Mamaji paused
It was a picture of a young woman with a river in her eyes. Her name was Bina. ancient smile. “Mamaji
He folded the photograph and tucked it back into the pocket of his kurta.