THE JOURNEY TO 124

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When I was six months old, my mother left India for the United States to begin building a new life. My father remained behind because of his work with the Ministry of Defence and was stationed in Arakpuram. Eighteen months would pass before we became a family again in America.

Years later, my father told me that I cried almost the entire time they were apart.

I have no memory of those months, and I can't honestly say how much they shaped me. But I've often wondered if my search for belonging began before I ever had the words to ask the question.

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Growing up, I constantly heard people talk about "home."

Home was India.

Home was where our relatives lived.

Home was where our family came from.

The way everyone spoke about it, I imagined a place that would somehow explain who I was. As a child, I believed that one day I would return and finally understand why everyone spoke about it with so much affection.

When I was in sixth grade, that opportunity finally came. I traveled back to India and even enrolled in school there for a term. I expected something almost impossible to describe. I thought I would immediately feel connected to everyone around me, as though I had discovered a missing piece of myself.

Instead, I discovered something very different.

I wasn't coming home.

I was visiting.

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That realization stayed with me long after I returned to America.

By then, America had shaped almost every memory I possessed. I spoke English naturally, understood American culture instinctively, and had spent nearly my entire life here. Yet I was constantly reminded that I had been born somewhere else. In India, I often felt like the American kid. Back in America, I was frequently seen as the Indian kid.

It took me years to realize that I wasn't completely living in either world.

I was living somewhere between them.

As difficult as that felt at times, it also taught me something I wouldn't understand until much later. Sometimes the people who struggle most to fit neatly into one world are the very people who end up connecting several of them.

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That search for belonging continued in different ways throughout my life.

At the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign, I joined a fraternity. Looking back, I realize I wasn't simply joining a social organization. Like so many young people, I was searching for friendship, community, and the feeling that I had found my place.

I enjoyed my experience, and I'm grateful for it. At the same time, I also realized how differently I had been raised. In our family, we lived by the idea of jugaad. For us, it wasn't about innovation or entrepreneurship. It meant making things work. You repaired things instead of replacing them. You stretched every dollar because resources were precious. Resourcefulness wasn't a strategy. It was simply our way of life.

Paying thousands of dollars each semester to belong to an organization felt foreign to me. Not because the fraternity lacked value, but because I slowly realized that belonging isn't something another person can sell you.

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Music became another place where I searched for that same feeling.

Chicago's house and techno community gave me lifelong friendships, unforgettable experiences, and a creative outlet that changed the course of my life. It became one of the greatest gifts I have ever received.

Even there, however, I often felt different.

Most people knew me as the DJ. Very few knew I was immersed in technology, always building, iterating, and repeating. Fewer still knew how fascinated I was by engineering, artificial intelligence, entrepreneurship, and solving difficult problems. To many people, those worlds seemed unrelated. To me, they were simply different expressions of the same curiosity.

Whether I was producing a track, writing software, researching AI, or thinking about space debris, I was doing the same thing. I was trying to understand systems well enough to improve them. Once I recognized that pattern, I realized my interests had never been scattered. They had always been connected.

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For years, I thought my problem was that I didn't fit neatly into one category.

I often felt too technical for the artists and too artistic for the engineers. I could spend one day talking about DJs, synthesizers, and dance floors, and the next discussing machine learning, orbital mechanics, or business strategy. I spent a long time wondering which version of myself people would eventually accept.

The older I became, the more I realized I had been asking the wrong question.

I didn't need to choose one identity over another.

Music and engineering were never competing.

Neither were India and America.

Neither were faith and science.

They were all preparing me for the same life.

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Somewhere along the way, I stopped asking where I belonged and started asking who God was shaping me to become. That subtle change transformed the way I viewed almost every part of my life. My identity no longer depended on whether I fit comfortably into someone else's expectations. Instead, it grew from understanding that every experience, every success, every disappointment, and every place I had lived was contributing to the same story.

Today, when someone asks me where I'm from, I no longer feel the need to choose one answer. I was born in India, but I was raised in America. Chicago shaped my love for music. Texas has welcomed me into a new chapter. Every one of those places has left fingerprints on my life, and each has contributed something meaningful to the person I've become.

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For most of my life, I thought I was searching for home.

Today, I believe I was searching for something much deeper.

Home isn't simply where you were born. It isn't where everyone looks like you, thinks like you, or even agrees with you. Home is where your experiences, your gifts, your faith, and your purpose finally begin to make sense together. It's the place where you stop trying to become the person everyone else expects and become the person God has been forming all along.

I don't know if I'll ever stop learning what belonging truly means.

But I know this.

I'm no longer searching for a place to fit in.

I'm grateful to be becoming the person I was created to be.

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Manish Miglani | Mani
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Techno Artist. AI Innovator. Building Sustainable Futures in Music, Space, Health, and Technology.
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