Estragon and Vladimir are supposed to meet by the tree to meet Godot. Godot had always come and has planted some seeds. He has made magic with his animated hand thinking one tree is planted such a way like it grows from sproutes accompanying other and this desolate land turns out to be alive place of desolate bench surrounded by uncountable trees but in this so live place, there's no Vladimir and no Estragon. Wherever they go, the world has been created by Godot only. Either it is barren or alive, It will always create absurdity in liveliness and liveliness in absurdity.
The bench awaits and longs for the tramps to step out even for once to sit on it.
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