Lost in the jungle, the man wandered aimlessly, his sense of purpose and direction dwindling with each passing step. His journey, once fueled by determination and excitement, had devolved into a meandering stroll, as he found himself perpetually sidetracked by the whims of his wandering mind. The dense foliage seemed to swallow him whole, obscuring his path and his priorities, leaving him to drift listlessly, a leaf on the winds of chance. Time itself became distorted, as the man's days blurred into a haze of forgotten intentions and unfulfilled goals, his travels reduced to a series of disconnected moments, devoid of purpose or progress. And yet, in this aimless wandering, he found a strange, liberating beauty, as if the jungle had become a mirror, reflecting back the freedom and fluidity of his own untethered spirit.
Sun set and whole sky change their colour, birds charming or stagnant ditch create a silence in air , suddenly the loudly voice of human spread every where , Hina Hina where are you but no one listen his voice and no reply, he wanted to explore more world but lose his partner he didn't know where she gone, he again and again loudly repeat her name but fail. Now under his shoe he see something strange it's a piece of bread he take and smell it's fresh he thought no one here so how it's possible it's fresh and some bite bread piece , he listened a voice of dry leaves he turn his face and said who is here , hello who is here,I'm said who is here but no reply,his both shoes knock tide in ropes .....
