“At the very name of another country, my heart would go out to it, and at the sight of a foreigner in the streets, I would fall to weaving a network of dreams, – the mountains, the glens, and the forests of his distant home, with his cottage in its setting, and the free and independent life of far-away wilds.”

“At the very name of another country, my heart would go out to it, and at the sight of a foreigner in the streets, I would fall to weaving a network of dreams, – the mountains, the glens, and the forests of his distant home, with his cottage in its setting, and the free and independent life of far-away wilds.”

— Rabindranath Tagore