"But why isn't he coming back?" Lots of tears. My son is not particularly cuddly, but he was holding onto me, tight.

As I placed my groceries on the counter, she looked at me once more with giant tears in her kind eyes and began to speak.

But even through its tears it was knifing a smaller rat, who just looked surprised.

But the conflict finally ended last May, ushering in a more peaceful era for this teardrop-shaped island off India' s coast, rich in natural beauty and cultural splendors.

It was only then that her still face showed the least emotion, a tear or two beginning to trickle down.