I believed that passports could make or break dreams.

It was 31st of January. With almost a mission impossible on hand, getting a postport from Chennai Passport office within a week, decided to travel to Chennai. With no trains giving me seats and unaffordable flight rates, I decided to brave my most dreaded form of transport - Bus. I had to go to Bangalore and take another bus from there to Chennai. It was a non stop travel of 24 hours before I landed in my hometown.

With quick work done at my home, with all the forms filled up and certificates ready, I just had to get there and scribble my signature on the papers. Getting the notary's sign on a stamp paper, Printing out an almost possible form to fill, attesting all my certificates was a humungous task, which was made atrociously easy by my folks back home. They wanted me to get this, as much as I wanted to. 

February 2nd, I was accompanied by my parents to the passport office on an excursion.  I walked into the office with a lot of backing and influence from higher authorities., without which i was due to get my 'tatkal' passport in a month. Living upto its name, there was enough drama before I submitted my passport form and other relevant documents. After some unbelievable confrontations, I made sure that my form was accepted and a seal which said 2 days. That means I would get my passport on the 4th of february. 

People to whom I recited this story were in a state of shock. Never was it possible for a person to get his newly applied passport within a span of 48 hours. But everything has a first time. Those 48 hours were filled with anxiety, prayers, wishes, expectations. Then I believed that passports could make or break dreams. I still had not told anyone about the reason for me applying for the passport and needing it such short and urgent notice. I din't want to jump the gun. What in case I wouldn't get it?