A millionaire from US founded a school of theology in India - he wished to change India, on his own terms,in his own image. His son went to India to work at the school, and his grandson pursued tradition of the family by becoming a missionary in a tiny village. To his great-granddaughter came the final conflict.
Born of generations of men who wished to make a difference to the world, and preach the best of their culture and religion in faraway land of India, that they saw as backward and ridden with all sorts of ills, the young woman was brought up short against her family's strong objections and an absolute unyielding stance - when she wished to marry a local doctor, the thought never having occurred to her and possibly them that they had a caste system far more unyielding than any in Asia, and she had taken their preaching of equality literally. "No", said her father.
How was she to know it was only for preaching to "them", and not expected to be taken literally when applied to locals and the "non-native" themselves, taken together?
And thus, to prevent her marrying a "native", the family returned to their homeland they had left behind three generations ago, the young girl heartbroken in more than one way. What she is leaving behind is not only the man she fell in love with but the only homeland she ever knew.