Life That Could Have BeenSome mornings, when the house is unusually quiet, she sits with her cup of coffee which was brewed much earlier and feels a strange flutter in her chest. It’s not sadness exactly. Not regret either.It’s something deeper, more complicated, like a memory of a dream she once had but never quite woke up from.She is forty eight now.A mother of two grown up children,a wife of nearly two and a half decades,a responsible daughter-in-law who has dutifully played her role.People say she’s warm, affectionate,the kind who remembers everyone’s birthdays and favourite dishes.And yes, she cares.She cares