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Two roads diverged...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both.... Then took the other, as just as fair... Oh, I kept the first for another day! I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. --Robert Frost
We had this poem for our degree English syllabus and I don't remember how many times I have read it, enjoyed it and pondered over its kaleidoscopic nuances. When I was young, like all I too used to wonder where the road takes me. I would wonder about the stones, thorns and flowers strewn on my path; the shelters I would get; my fellow travellers and how they would treat me. I used to wonder who would lift me up when I slip, who I would meet round the bend, who would push me further down the crevice.
I had no hope that the road would be smooth; but knew I would not be afraid of the weeds along the way. I was not hesitant to meet fellow travellers; in fact there was a mild curiosity as to who would be drawn to me -- to be my friend, soul mate or just an acquaintance. I was ready to be surprised at all bends and sometimes I were, sometimes, not.
But till now, the travel has been an interesting one. I hope the road ahead will be as interesting.

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