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 whether you love it or hate it, home is where you return to. Somebody would guide you back or as they say, ‘will show you your place’. Recently, I was reminded again of the place where I was born and raised. In the outskirts of a town near Jammu, an eight year
