We fly half-way around the world to New Delhi.  After almost sixteen hours of non-stop flight, we land at almost midnight through a dark sky and an almost pitch dark earth below with few twinkling lights. My wife and I are exhausted. Having to catch a flight the next morning to our final destination, we simply wanted a bed for a few hours to rest our tired  bodies.  I simply cannot sleep in an airplane.  So we take refuge at a nearby Holiday Inn for a few hours.  We finally board a plane in the morning for the short two-hour flight.  As we fly east through a sunny blue sky, a strange excitement fills my heartwith the thought“I am going home,which I had left behind many decades ago”.  Or am I really?  I raise the window shade and look for any familiar signs fromthe past.  On my left, at a…