Waiting for Godot

It is good to be busy, for when you are free you, sometimes, tend to get lost in thoughts and the same has happened as I am writing these lines now. Life brings strange moments. A vague instant thought took me back to the year 2004, it is the drama class as we are reading “Waiting for Godot”. I hate this drama, makes no sense, such a waste of time, what does it signify? Ironically, today, some four years later the same drama seems such a masterpiece to and which it truly is. It took me so much time to understand it! I still remember that drama and some lines from it. ‘Nothing ever changes’ seems such a mighty line to me today, echoing what my own life and also that of others has become. I keep thinking and the useless arguments of the tramps recur in my mind till I tend to say, ‘That passed some time’ as I come back to the real world, the present day. Life in the void. That passed some time.