The silly thing about what ifs is that it often comes to you only when all is done and dealt with. Like the kind of person who would throw unwarranted advices at you only after things have happened and what good does that do now? And yet, some nights, you’ll find yourself staring into your bedroom’s ceiling, thinking, what if…

**Something i had written so long ago. It is purely fiction. I miss writing fiction!   I was still strapped in my seat as the huge aircraft penetrated the dense cloud on approach to Kuala Lumpur airport. From the window seat, I could see September rain drenching the Earth, feeding the greens and cattle and once the plane touched down…