 Invisible lines, which divide and redefine boundaries, are often drawn by people who've never walked along them or played in fields which lie alongside, growing the same crops each time seasons change. But for those who do live along these invisible lines, they become a poignant reality, leaving them to wonder where in the forest at which tree should they stop so as not to cross these invisible lines. These lines are for real and unfortunately for Mustafa, it was a reality he learned the hard way after he was put in prison for crossing one such line. For seven years in Pakistani prisons, he dreamt of being back home to savor once more the sights, smells and sounds of childhood. Ironically, the harsh confines of a Pakistani prison redefined his Indian roots for him. 21 is the age when most young men consider themselves truly free and independent. But for Mustafa, 21 was the age when he was put into prison, a prison which physically shackled him. Tore at his spirit and compelled him to question his surroundings. When I saw him, I was very ashamed to call myself a Muslim. I have never even heard of this thing that I have seen or seen in Pakistan. This is a misguided act of humiliation. When I went there, I was surprised to hear that these bearded people are saying that I am a Muslim. His desperate memories cling to him as also the misery of those who got left behind and are still languishing in jail. They are wandering in front of my eyes. They are saying that they have been studying for 16 or 18 years. When I ask them, they say that they request speed and they are still doing something. They say that they are not taking any Indian government. They only have it. They don't know what they are saying, what they are saying. But there are women in India. We have heard from them that there are women in India. Broken in body and spirit, having lived with bestiality of the worst kind, Mustafa is ever grateful to God for giving him a new life and has only one wish. Mustafa today can dare to hope and dream anew. If only all those others still languishing on the wrong side of these invisible lines could also be given another chance to hope and to dream.