Here I am on the eve of returning. ‘Returning where?’ one might ask. Home, of course. But where is home? When you have two places you can call home, how can going home can be returning? Well, that’s how I feel this evening. I genuinely call both India, where I was born and brought up till 23 years old, and the United States, the place where I lived 48 years and became myself, as my homes.
This belonging, I sense, is beyond citizenship, nationalism, and patriotism. The forces of nativism in both places deny and refuse you to experience and enjoy the duality of belonging. For them, it is an either-or proposition. Lately, the dominant group in both my home countries is asserting itself to be exclusive. The United States, known for so long as a country of immigrants, is now making laws and building walls, restricting immigration of people from certain countries. And India, with a long history of embracing world civilizations, is now turning inward and taking an antagonistic attitude towards secularism.
In spite of this nativism and exclusivism, in both places, there are communities that embrace secularism and diversity. For them unity is not uniformity and diversity is not division. You don't have to let go of who you are to belong to such an all-embracing community.
Well, after six months of being in such a loving community, we are heading to our other home community in Phoenixville, United States. It is going to be different from before because now I am retired and not in charge of a church. I am open to God's guidance and direction as to how I can be useful and productive.
Suitcases are packed, our apartment is mothballed, goodbyes are said, and now we are on the way to Cochin airport to catch our flight to Doha and then to Philadelphia. Look forward to writing my reflections about our stay in India in my next blog.



