The Samsara you see nowadays going on about well dressed with his wife is different from the Baulish vagabond he was before marriage. He had even brought a Baul to the classroom one day and made the students have a whale of a time while the baul fixed his cannabis on to the kolke (a pipe…sort of). He was lucky the principal hadn't barged in when the kolke passed on to the hands of some of his students. They had started taking polite swigs at the delicate cannabis that douses off if not puffed at frequently. They said they were just holding the kolke for the baul, while he sang a full-throated Lalan fakir. Here you can see some of Samsara's hidden files, which he has shared only with Maya his wife. I am sure he won't mind you all a peep.
Samsara's diary
June 3rd
Samsara they tell me is all Maya and that is what I like to think my wife is. We met for the first time amidst a few dolphins frolicking somewhere nears a remote island in the sea. We still have this custom of arranged marriages, not everyone is good enough to pick their own partners you see.
She looked too good to be true and I was a bit intimidated at first. Could she really like me? Then we got started talking and there was some magic working. The next thing you know, we decided to get engaged the very day after. Lobsters and other variety of fishes, there were so many its difficult to remember, entertained us with songs and food. The marriage date was fixed a bit too late for my liking. I had begun liking her so much that the next few months of wait were intolerable.
November 7th
We are in a train chugging through the sea. On both sides are a variety of trees bobbing up and down with fervor. There are more fields than trees. Fields of Arhar resembling a Bonsai jungle and wheat fields with a few sarsons thrown in between. Suddenly there's a gigantic wave seen from the widow with the trees too going up along with it as the train passes a mountain.
