I have been praying for my children, they are in different countries, and they are facing different types of problems. some times I go to them thinking that I may help them, but to my dismay I found that I am not that help to them. So I retreat myself to pray for them. But the pent up emotions sometimes go beyond my capacity of suppressing them. I found that and also observed them working hard and facing hardships of daily life.  Strange country and strange routine life have to be handled in strange way. I am just sitting over there not able to help them as I would like to. I am handicapped to help them as I used to do. Because I am not the citizen of those countries. My rights are in my  in  own country. I know people who love me and whom I love in my own country. I do find people even in these countries to love and to be loved. But they are allways concious of my going back to india.