A man all alone in the forest moving toward the west walking and walking straight fearing for his dreadful fate the man heard a sound he turned around the tiger's roar made him shout more he knew it was his last now he was in the past in the early morning the stream was groaning the birds were singing his mobile phone was ringing the flies were flying and were crying the dearest one lost where had he been probably most wait, anxiously wait but did not know he is late. DINESH KUMAR CHAUHAN