As the turn of events would have it, I am now smack in the middle of an area which is inhabited by my people, a people I inherited by virtue of birth to an ethnic group. Now this definition of my people needs some deliberation. Is birth into an ethnicity the sole marker of a communal identity ? Is communal identity really so simple ?
Over the years, I have always realised, that I share more identity-traits ( for lack of a better word) with people who are supposedly not my people, people with whom I only share a long forgotten recessive gene, a tiny iota of my genetic history. This sense of belonging, has naturally over the course of time, gravitated me towards certain choices; each choice, in turn, building up my identity bit by bit.
This has of course, weakened my connection to the people who I am supposed to belong to. In fact, in a strange twisted way, I feel more of an alien among them. And, without eschewing any words, I can say, quite a lot of them have only reinforced this sense of alienation.
So far, I had consciously avoided staying in an area demographically dominated by my people. It is easy to be an alien among aliens, the identity clash is less in-your-face. But, as fate would have it, now I have no choice but to face the music.
It's time to face a crowd that keep reminding you that you do not belong among your people.