Crossing the Borders:

Couple of days when I evade my routine morning walk, people at Gymkhana realize that I am preparing for my next US trip and preserving all my energy for a marathon walk to the immigration counters at some US airport!

Few years ago when I landed at Newark early in the morning and reached the immigration hall after 20 minutes of brisk walk with sleepy eyes, the big clock, sitting on the top of painted words “ Welcome to United States of America” was lazily sliding towards 5:30 AM.

Deprived of sleep, with half open eyes I was searching the entry point to the queue for non-US…