It was almost half year ago since
I opened the book and I found this beautiful line of Robert Frost poem. Usually
the line is repeated twice as how it is actually written, reading this one fine
cut-line is new for me. It is like the lines continues even I did not read the
previous lines and the last line. The whole poem is just like sesomnating in my
head, and I know where the book is going to take me, an endless journey.
