At cross roads
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, 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. (by Robert Frost : from the poem-The road not taken) life takes quick turns at unimaginable times and phases. It brings surprises or happiness in disguise of unexpected outcomes. As an ever ending saga of learning, the value of relationships also move far deeper in course of time. no matter how far you are, but it matters who you are a person? It is an open secret that every body expects a lot from whom ever they interact daily. But it is dif