Every Gujarati home I have gone to has been welcoming, with a glass of water first brought to you, then ganthia, farsan, and an invitation: come eat with us. When you part from a Gujarati, he will not say, ‘Goodbye.’ He will say, ‘Aavjo.’ Come again. That is the true spirit of Gujarat. We do not erect doors, fences, walls, detention camps. Our home is open to all. Aavjo. Ghare aavjo. Come home. Chokkas aavjo.
