APOLOGIES TO ROBERT  FROST

Two roads diverged in a green wood

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller; long I stood

Looking at both

One was much travelled and the other wanted wear

I was wise and took the former

Which took me to my home,  my haven

To finish the  chapattis in  my kitchen

The other one I kept for another day,

For I knew I would come back on a Sunday;

For today it makes a lot of sense; Hence

It makes all the difference.