It was a bright and clear day. The people gathered to participate in the annual Baisakhi celebration. Many people had come from outside the city to witness the shower of celebrations in Amritsar. I felt lucky to be the home ground of celebration. My whole ground was full of thousands of people to welcome their [...]
PART III: THE STATIC WHEEL OF STORIES The Deccan Sultanates left the city barren, destroying the richness and spirit with their terror and power. The black turbans did not only steal the beauty but the settlement and holiness which took centuries to form. Alas, the Empire fell down into pieces and the monopolies of the [...]
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