Alternative.

What ever I thought and dreamt has come to naught.I thought that there is a alternative to everything in life and breezed through life deriving confidence from this notion.

Life or is it death,which has taught me that there can never be a alternative to certain things in life.

I dreamt of visiting places seeped with history and soak in the magical memories of bye gone eras, conjuring heroic events and romantic stories.

Strangely ,suddenly a part of my life has become history .What use I have now of other people's history?