"i am a stranger just passing through."
Of this journey, i thought i would never have to write.
From one wadi to another, here i traverse.
Vishrantwadi,for one and Wanwadi for another.
The shortcut alleys the buzzing flies i smelt,
the cow dung and the bullshit i must now miss now,for a long time.
Daily bus crushing phenomenon will cease.
i have travelled to a sophisticated village.
No more nice-smelling cow dung. No more lovely home to go to.
Only concrete wilderness,Hite Bar fast food.
Loads of amazing friends to meet,but not one stranger.
i wud rather seek strangers,lost who are
But i need guts for that in Wanwadi.
This is a village of perhaps unintended hi-fashion and buzzy,fuzzy life.
This is a village,i am prejudiced in many ways about.
i hope my stay here will be great.
i hope my immersion rod wont kill me in the dead of night.
i hope in wilderness, i who am lost,will be found again. Lonely but not alone.
:)
i will be content with that.
(Wadi in marathi usually means village. If i am not wrong.)
