Travels That Make Us 

The Man without a Passport Before I ever boarded a flight, I had already rehearsed my exile. Three times I had applied for a passport. Three times, rejection. Bureaucratic silence and a dead end each time. Somewhere along the line, I stopped imagining a life beyond Indian borders. Not out of contentment - resignation is its own genre of stability. And then came the call. One ordinary afternoon, I was pulled into a meeting. “We’d like you in the US office,” they said. “Just fo