The fire of angst burnt my city, Jammu Pico Iyer lost everything he had—and nearly his life in one of the worst man-made fires in California. While recounting the tragedy to lose something that you call home, he says “I always had that sense that home was not where I lived but what lived inside me," "When our house burned down in the forest fire that became literal." I also lost my home in an angst of fire that slowly killed my desire to call Jammu my home. I am in mid-thirties, an age where realities of life are too stark to be ignored and the haze of idealism turns too thin to cover the nakedness. No matter ...
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