There was a strange peace as I sat out on the terrace in the freezing cold at an ungodly hour of 2 in the morning. It was a clear sky and one could actually follow the stars, the constellations and Jupiter. There was a contentment. I had finally got through a horribly hectic semester, through broken relationships, through losing frnds, through accidents and emerged with new friends, people who care, and a mentor who saw me through my worst. As I sat out there last night with my friend, I realised that I had no regrets and I hope my friend shares this too very soon, if not today.

If someone still held a gun to my head and asked me one regret, I'd probably say "I wish I was quick enough to see the shooting stars last night!". However, I think it was my friend's time and he deserved it...