The Road Less Traveled.

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It’s pouring outside…
The heavens are crying and howling amidst the violent, sporadically placid winds.
Far away, in the distance, I see a road…
It shines from the water, and glistens like gold.
It’s the most beautiful thing I can see from up here, in the dark.
Looking through my window, that is blemished with tiny raindrops, I see the beautiful road lying there, still…not moving. It’s lying there so patiently, almost as if it’s waiting to be discovered.
Hoping that somebody would see the secret beauty it has to offer to this world.
It withstands the cold, the rain, the incessant heat, fierce storms, sometimes hail.
And yet it remains unaffected, undeterred by anything.
In spite of the clamorous buildings plummeting the essence of the road, in lay mans terms, ‘stealing its thunder’, it alone speaks volumes.
It needn’t boast about its radiance or utility. It’s the unspoken universal truth that superimposes the false pride of the tall buildings standing beside it.
You may think, that a road might seem contemptible, because it lay’s low; but what we don’t understand, is that it exudes and sustains life.
It’s the unsung hero of the modern world, and connects two vital landmarks to another, making life effortless, and easy.
It is not merely a utilitarian concept, its incomprehensibly beautiful.
A road may seem materialistic, as it is built from stone and tar…but when it’s finished, it lays there on the stretch, exquisitely, marking its territory.
The tar and stone seem insignificant, when it shines from far away, as it is drenched now.
The lights beside it, on the pavement, highlight that gorgeousness, and the most artificial object, is magically transformed, in our eyes, as the most appreciative and aesthetic side of life…man made life.