I wish I could turn the clocks back to when...

My mum was alive and I'd eat her freshly made chapppatis.

I believed my dad when he complimented me on my handwriting and spellings, before I knew he was just patronising me.

Y used to leave me cute little offline messages on Yahoo Messenger.

I used to trek to events on my own and be inspired by the people I heard. When everything wasn't blah and old, when it was New and exciting and the future was Bright.

I was able to pray with sincerity.

I could smile without faking it and be crying inside.