Blurb: If you took a map and pinned each city I’ve lived in, I’d exist somewhere in the tautness of the string attaching one point to the other. If a life is lived across many homes—from balmy Chennai to muggy Mumbai, the crackling expansiveness of Delhi to the breath-taking splendour of Vancouver in spring—where do you truly belong? If you are constantly on the move, is home just what customs can clear? And how do you find love, in the middle of it all, when you do not or cannot stay in one city long enough? Funny, poignant and reflective, the weight of a Cherry blossom is a fable of…