Here's my favorite story about homesickness.
Rabindranath Tagore is, for lack of a better word, awesome.
They made a movie of the Kabuliwallah story--and i've never seen it, but this song from the movie was a staple on the radio when i was a kid so that now too far away from home and farther still from childhood, it's guaranteed to make me misty.
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