Homesick for Heaven
To be homesick for heaven is a gift that we can enjoy on earth even as we await the gift of heaven itself.
Memories of Autorickshaws and Amrutanjan
I flex my memory muscles because these reflections make up the un-severed umbilical cord that binds me to my homeland. Flashbacks are all I have to keep me connected to my native country. If I let go, I will bleed and die.
Going Back Home – Part Three – Mixed Feelings
“Did you go home this summer?” asked a friend who was meeting me after a long time. It took me a few moments to catch up with her train of thought. Of course, she meant India! I told her I had had a great time with family and that I was glad to be back home, in...Going Back Home – Part Two – Being an Ambassador
I never knew I was an ambassador. Nobody told me that that was a huge part of an immigrant’s life. A few years ago, an Indian immigrant was in the news for shooting his professor and then killing himself. As much as I was saddened and shocked by the incident, I...
Going Back Home – Part One – At Home with Homesickness
I visited India about a month ago after having been away for a year and a half. I was pining for the smells and sights of Indian streets bustling with people, autorickshaws, and street vendors. I was craving for the noisy family chatter, with Indian Idol airing on TV...
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