Reflections / 29.03.2011

By Sakuntala Narasimhan A visit to our neighbouring country brings memories that are reminiscent of our own land Day 1: I have three hours to kill between the time I check into my hotel room in Islamabad, and the commencement of the conference I have come to attend. I turn on the TV, lean back and glance through the day’s newspapers.  And suddenly, the border between India and Pakistan that I thought I had crossed somewhere along the flight between Delhi and Lahore, seems blurred, almost non-existent, as I take in the media images.