I cannot completely articulate how I feel at the end of these four years. All men have their regrets, and I am not different from them. However, I wish, that I could relive through all my memories, the one with regrets, dismay, triumphs, love and grace. I have a very bad tendency to hang on to things, mostly because at the end, I always realize that things aren't that bad after all. And in truth, they weren't.
I have said to myself, I wish I had done things differently. The choices one makes, and the memories of a person defines him, they are the roots of his identity. And to think about it, I do not want to be anybody else, except myself. These memories are just too precious to exchange. And for that, I thank everyone who has stepped into my life, even if as a tiny blip.
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