Private Unlimited

It was just a road. Not that there was anything special. Of course there were potholes and a few remnants of time here and there. Eyes moist and life looking for that one wire stunt to make fate plunge into the greatness of survival. Road it was. More traveled, oft trodden. But the sequence of shops that one usually sees on the right wasn’t left anymore. When darkness engulfed, road screamed for the all familiar grind. The feet of the homecoming cow, the steps of kids. Still one could sense a sense of loss in those eyes. They say of dreams unfulfilled but what about the dreams unseen. The road had no dead end. One leading to the other. Lanes merging, highways bifurcating. The idea of continuity is baffling. Is it that there is really no end? Or is it just a screenshotish view of life. Eyes still moist…