Atari Wagah, April 1982 - I stood at the border and admired the beautiful sunset in our neighbouring country. Scanning the faces on the other side of the fence, I wondered about their lives, their feelings and wished that I could speak to them and find out more about them. Perhaps, seeing the curious look on my face, the Pakistani sentry invited me to cross the line of control but I dared not cross over for fear of being imprisoned as an illegal alien or even worse.

Memories faded and I forgot the event. Twenty five years later my memories were rekindled and I wished to see Lahore. However, it was not an easy process. Convincing my wife and parents was an uphill task. I surmised that I would get a visa to Pakistan first and decide about the visit later.

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