Everything was in place, sun was the same, so were the roads, it was the same path I tread daily. I still stopped and looked around tried to find some answers somewhere, some hints or some insinuations. My roving eyes endeavored to find the reflection of incision inside to reflect somewhere outside. I was looking for correlation and the parallels, there were none? No assumptions no inferences could be drawn - the nature they say is biased. It was a diktat disguised as choice, I take it with a spirit to do the complete justice!!