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In India, where there are no passports or identity discs, and where religions counts for so much- except among those few who have crossed the ‘black water’ – I believe that a man wearing a saffron robe, or carrying a beggar’s bowl , or with silver crosses on his headgear and chest, could walk from Khyber Pass to Cape Comorin without once being questioned about his destination, or the object of his journey,
