In the Yellow Forest, two paths split, and I was sorry I had to choose one. And I stood alone as a wanderer, looking for a long time as to where this road leads, before turning into clumps; Then I chose another path, equally beautiful, and perhaps even better, because there was more grass and fewer people passed, although people's passing had caused 'the same damage' here. And both were equal that morning, there were no black steps on the leaves. And I kept the first one for the next day! But knowing how the roads lead, I doubted I would ever return. I will say this with a sigh, perhaps centuries from now; Two paths used to divide in a forest, and I chose the shortest path, and that made all the difference. ©S Talks with Shubham Kumar #Morning The Road Not Taken
