An unhurried journey stretching across generations, spanning a century, showing the strength of human spirit to overcome great turmoil. This is a world-weary love story. It reflects a passion for the near missable details of art and aroma life offers if we’d stop to notice; it furrows the deeper trench love digs across continents, in families, and between a myriad people from varying cultural barracks. And in the midst of all these strained and broken relationships, two individuals ebb and flow with the tides of religious and political division.

This is an art lesson, a chemistry and history lesson, a political analysis, a religious critique. It is several love stories. It is one love story. It is a work of art. It is a love letter for a dispossessed homeland. It is a love letter to the new places and people that have become home.

It was beautiful…

I loved this line:

‘Oh Happy Paper, how I envy your lot. We shall be here, but you will go see India.’