four lanes and forlorns..

with the golden quadrupulet concept in its high pitch, all national highways are getting broadened day by day.. dwellers, temples, all go in one small whip.. lanes expand with lives too. with a huge purse full of compensation, people cooly bring down the structures which held their breath for generations.. to some one who come to a place after a year, he is struck to see the seachanges.. land marks are no more there. only lanes, expanded lanes remain.. time has marked its current stamp everywhere..