How is life for an Indian then in distant foreign shores. The novelty has wore off. So you would no longer see travelogues and reminiscenses like that of Annada Shankar Ray or Jajabor.
It is now quite a routine thing for an Indian to study, work and in many cases settle abroad.

I liked Jhumpa Lahiri's "Interpreter of Maladies" which I thought sketched a very moving picture of the Indian-Bengali diaspora experience. Much before when in college I was moved by one of Buddhadev Bose's poems called "Nostalgia". It was a good poem but then I didn't really feel inside what that was all about. Only now, as I travel in silence on a London Tube, careful in the London commuter way not to exchange glances with fellow passengers, I can appreciate the depth of the longing. Like in that poem, as you walk out of the underground subway, images of a rain drenched Lindsay street on a June afternoon flashes in your mind, very familiar comfortable images of a past life spent in hot crowded buzzing streets come to you like a gentle nudge from the past.