I was searching for topics to write about. Then this theme just popped out of nowhere and thanks to BDC shorts.
All humans carry a sense of regret about something, whether it is temporary or lifelong.
In my case, I have or am regretting many things. Sometimes for some wrong decisions taken by myself or for ignoring opportunities to make decisions for me.
My one small regret is that I couldn't approach an old man when he was suffering.
On a sunny day, I patiently sat in the traffic jam with a tired body to go home.
That's when I saw the old man.
He was around 70 years old. He was standing alone in the hot afternoon sun, for a moment I would have thought he might be a foreigner. Pale white skin and wearing a light green Punjabi with a cap on his head.
I noticed that the guy was holding his phone very tightly like it's something very special to him and repeatedly wiping his eyes and after a while, he was holding his forehead with his hand as if he could not keep up his body without holding his forehead.
The poor man's face was turning a bit reddish, was it because of the sun heat or because the man was crying and wiping his tears with his bare hands.
The traffic jam settled before I could think of whether I should go and ask "what's wrong" or "are you okay". All I could do was stare at the man until my vision became blurry.
I felt regret not because I couldn’t reach that old man but because I couldn’t fulfil my curiosity to know why he was crying.
