With me and India it’s all about leaving and returning. Madras is home. It’s a very complicated relationship. When you are away too long you get homesick, and when you are there too long you...

In my own shire, if I was sadHomely comforters I had:The earth, because my heart was sore,Sorrowed for the son she bore;And standing hills, long to remain,Shared their short-lived comrade’s pain.And bound for the same...

Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. I’m craving a great adventure — one that leads me back home.

Captain I don’t want to be here,” was all he could choke out. Thomas reached over and gave Cricket’s shoulder a tight squeeze.

But it wasn’t the right season to lift off. Not yet. I sat in my apartment and looked out over the city, and I just didn’t feel any passion to write about the place. I...

My stepfather, John O’Hara, was the goodest man there was. He was not a man of many words, but of carefully chosen ones. He was the one parent who didn’t try to fix me. One...

…no matter what it may hold.

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers