Alleys of the village
may not have the flourish of sophistication
urban-dwellers often take for granted.
all you get would be a smiling face
of a complete stranger.
An invite to a cup of tea.
And more than a few helpings of kind words.
that follow a wandering photographer
with an amusement
lacing their merry laughter.
Babies that coo for no reason whatsoever
and jump to reach for the camera lens,
often with their lavishly-salivated tiny fingers,
wondering what on earth is going on
in a world so new to them.
From one stranger
to the other.
miles and miles away from their homes.
Homes, they call their home.