I guess I can never define borders. What are they? Lines that define its mine and its yours or are they the mentality of people? Well I have been to places where they say its a no mans land the border starts. But then I have seen the birds crossing the borders without any fear, the sun-rays crossing the borders to give the same warmth, the clouds they too go beyond. They never say that we wont go that side as there is a border in between. I have actually looked on the grounds to search for the specifically defined lines that we call ‘borders’, but sadly never found them. But when I looked at the people, looked at everyone, you and me even, to my horror I found the thing that I was searching for… The Border… it is in our minds and in our hearts and it is well etched, so it is hard to be removed. But the borders do exist and yes we need to have proper passports. Good, our dreams don’t need any passport or else I might have found a gentleman in uniform with handcuffs in his hands and saying ‘madame’ we are from Interpol’.