Sitting on an ancient-looking khaat (traditional bedstead) with carvings distinctively belonging to Sindh, the Pakistani province across the Sir Creek tidal estuary that separates it from Gujarat’s Rann of Kutch, the 77-year-old Senaji Alya Goyal, in the middle of narrating how he became a resident of Kapoorashi, a border village on the Indian side, recalls a poem he once wrote. Glimpses of a village in Pakistan come swimming in the septuagenarian’s words that etch a compelling image—eyes at the end of a cave that split the poet’s memory of being alive—which stays long after Senaji’s done reciting his poem. His eyelashes are moist with the memory of migration but his lips slowly curl into a smile as he looks at what is now his “may be home”. His story doesn’t let him delete the “may be”, for the uncertainty and tentativeness of any settlement remains its overriding theme—just like the marshy terrain in the Rann wetlands, which, with its creeks and streams changing shape and course with the weather and the seasons, blurs the otherwise neat line between India and Pakistan quite treacherously as it nears its southern end.