I walk through this lonely road diverging into woods .The roads sprinkles me the auburn ting which makes difficult for me to choose the path. The roads looked coquettish as it tries to seduce me to their path. But a tome falls from up above which takes me to the world of absurdity from the mouth of Beckett.
We all are waiting for something which we can't get or achieve and we are wasting our time in nothingness. All this historical materialism is nothing but temporary delectation,which has made us lost all the human relations and now we have become hollow men searching for happiness in those places which we never valued.
Man is bound to suffer anguish in life due to its deeds that has bought destruction and now there is no road to escape from this sufferings. We often forget things that are of great importance and the only place of solace in long run. Now the modern man speaks the words of Kamala Das
"My way now and beg at stranger's door to,
Receive love at least in small change?
The stone laid structures created by the modern men are now all the isolated places. Family,Friends love all are gone now. So,I turn around and make my own road that will be my road of gaiety and I can fly on my own .
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