"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.)
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the illusive joy of meeting a stranger is deceptive while dwelling on something of the truth. when you reach a point where see no hope, often your friends become your strangers as well. where is the love that you were promised? where is the care that you longed for? man is alone and loneliness is his lover.
i THINk i understood till "your friends become your strangers as well." After that part, please enlighten Plucked..
i am curious..
:)
curiosity killed the cat. be kind to animals.
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