Tonight a distinct wanderer visited me.
Perhaps he lives behind my room wall in the foliage or
Under the soil in hibernation.
He is not seen often like our PM.
He is only my Monsoon next wall neighbour.
Anyway he hopped near my face on the mattress.
I was happily startled by the guest.
He settled on the pocket book by the author ‘Peace pilgrim’ that lay by my pillow.
How appropriate the author’s name and the guest !
I realised everything is connected:
The author who died in 1981, the guest and I.
By: Minu Jasdanwala
