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Here's The Road Not Taken : Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, 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 was one of the greatest American poets. He was an important "nature poet" in American literature, famous for his depiction of the New England landscape. Some of his most famous works include: "The Road Not Taken

The journey began some months back. It appears drastic, sudden to all these casual observers, people who listen but don’t really hear, those who hear, those who hear but have no understanding , those so blind that even when the noon sun shines, it’s as if a blanket of darkness has fallen over them. It’s amazing how one can be so specific, explicitly let all and sundry know what she’s planning, yet when the change comes, they are all caught unawares, surprised and unappreciative of the change. I have moved a number of steps, but it seems they are too small to be noticed. I finally cut my locks, seven years worth of hair growth and the drama of the shock has me amazed and I wanna borrow a lyric from India Irie and say ‘ I am not my hair !’ I want to scream it actually! Everyone sounds so traumatized. How do I explain that I am on the way and this is just a step in a new phase in the journey that is my life? That the affair with the locks has died a natural death? That this is truly mor