I left India on 20th January, and now I am longing to be back in my karmabhumi.
America is beautiful, and its people wonderful, but home is home, and I am missing it. Never before have I been away from it for so long. " The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep ".
I am reminded of the lines in the poem ' Requiem ', by Robert Loius Stevenson :
" Home is the sailor, home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hills "
When will I be back ? I can't say. It depends on when my relatives, with whom I am staying, will allow me to return. They seem to be scared that I will get into trouble on getting back to India
