My wife Kristeen was arriving. I picked up a few things for the room, then ate breakfast. Our friend Parmod ji was so kind to take the early morning train with her from Chandigarh to Amritsar. From there his wife Pooja ji’s brother Aditya would arrange to take her the rest of the way to the border. I remember that journey myself from five years ago. Aditya had taken me the rest of the way to the border as well and it really eased my mind.Parmod ji called me once they arrived at Amritsar. I hopped on a rickshaw and made my way to Laria Adda, the big bus stand on this side of town. From there I found a small bus or wagon that was going to the Wagha border. I squeezed in and waited for it to fill up. Eventually we were on our way.It turned out I was the only one going to the border. About 9 km from the border, the wagon dropped us all off. From there I had to take Qing Chi the rest of the way. Another bumpy ride, and I was there. It looked completely different than five years ago. You could not actually go all the way to the border. I walked to the checkpoint and gave my name and my wife’s. They told me to go wait by a roadside dhaba. I got a juice, but did not see any taxis, so I asked around. I was introduced to one guy who had a car. He called in to see if Kristeen had arrived.She had, and we walked over to his car, went through to a little post and after six months, there she was sitting under a little canopy with a few other people who had come across and security folks. It felt surreal to see her, not on a pixelated computer screen, but just sitting there. I got out and we got her things from the porters into the car and we both sat down. After all we’ve been through, working on our projects, it was hard to believe we were finally sitting next to each other in the same car.The drive along the canal was nice as we head back from the border. Eventually, we got back to the hostel and dropped things off. I offered to grab some food, but being the adventurous food loving woman she is, Kristeen came with. We got some delicious aloo (potato) stuffed nans and daal (lentils).Kristeen took a nap, and I dug through her suitcases and pulled out piles of puppets. They were even more beautiful in person than in the photos. Now I have to figure out this part of the project. It’s all a bit overwhelming.