Though I Grabbed The Nostalgic Wind She Slipped Away Comments

There is nothing quite like the smell of home, Nimal. This poignant poem shares your homesickness without sentimentality. I am honored that I have been part of its inspiration. May circumstances change and allow you to visit your beloved Sri Lanka again. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Thank you, Nimal. I am always honored by your dedications. One longs to be at home, even though that home may be distant and unattainable. But in your mind you are at home in Sri Lanka. Lovely write, my friend. Kind thoughts, Sandra