Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I-- I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference...

-Robert Frost

Hmm ok why this ? well apart from the literary beauty of this poem is that it has a universal appeal. We all have been at some place where we need to choose one road, infact on second thoughts every moment there is a choice to make i guess. Now what i dont understand is that when he didnt travel the other road, how is he comparing? how does he know what difference that wud have made? I think we can look back and join the events with an imaginary line (remember joining the dots back). I like the glance, the stare, heh. anyways more sensible posts later.

I woke up today with a heavy head and some pain in my upper neck and shoulder blades running down to my mid back. So then I took my time and took it easy and by the time i was ready it was already close to noon. Not that i had any appointment or i had to meet someone or go somewhere but still, heh

So then i went down to may be eat something and suddenly my mind was thinking about myself and what i had heard some days back and what i generally hear about myself. I dont know if it was ok to compare my reality with what others say but i was just thinking while my heart was sinking. Then suddenly while i was thinking, i thought about someone i had to let go off. This was going to be the hardest thing to do for me. To let go. I dont want to but i am not sure i deserve it. So yeah the taintedness will catch up here as well. Ive had a bad weekend. Is this the sign of things to come?

Ok talking of Signs, I wanted to click this tree which was sick and leafless but it stood amid the green and the flowers and it stood naked and without fear. Once it was a blooming tree but now it was just a body of decay but it stood its ground. To me that tree amid all the gren was a symbol of strength. I liked that tree. It was probably the only thing i liked in this house.

I wanted to capture it in the last few months but for some reason i wasnt able to do so, and suddenly while i was coming back to my room today i glanced towards the garden and was shocked. It lay dead as people were chopping it down to its root. Why did they have to kill the most beautiful tree? Someone ordered it to be cut off as it was a scar on the rest of the garden's beauty but to me it was the one beautiful.

I had to capture the dying tree atleast. I kicked myself for not being able to capture it when it was standing. So then i started my hunt for a cam and i got involved in those stupid arguments. Even a small thing like asking for a cam can becme a major fighting force for me which leads to more tainted noises, which acts as a catlyst to for the heart to sink, for the mind to shrug, for the isolation to laugh, for the pains to roar, for the innocence to die. silently, with no hope, just like that tree.