Tag _urbandiaries
“Mitr pyare nu, haal muridaan da kehna…” She said it softly, not singing, not quite speaking either—more like remembering a line her breath already knew. The old Sikh lady sat cross-legged on the cool marble of the gurdwara, her dupatta loosely pinned, silver hair escaping without apology. She had come early, before the sangat thickened, … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
If God ever wants entertainment, He doesn’t watch Netflix. He simply attends a Punjabi wedding. Take the wedding of Baljit Singh’s daughter, Navya — a grand affair in Defence Colony. Baljit was the sort of man who measured respect by the number of dishes in the buffet. His wife Harpreet believed God’s blessings increased in … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The first time someone told her she had royal blood, Meher almost laughed. They were sitting in the inner courtyard of the old kothi in Lahore, the lemon tree shedding pale yellow on cracked brick, the afternoon a strange, sleepy gold. Her grandmother, Amma Jaan, had just oiled her hair and was combing it out, long dark … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Some nights are quieter than others. This one was still enough to hear the ceiling fan complain about its life, and the old man found himself staring at it with unnecessary interest. His son slept in the next room — that lanky fellow who had once fitted into the crook of his elbow, smelling of … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
At seventeen, Tara Mehra had already mastered three things most adults still struggled with:1️⃣ Spotting hypocrisy2️⃣ Naming her emotions3️⃣ Pretending to care about school assemblies Her parents often stared at her as if she were a philosophical Kindle they never ordered. While other teenagers worried about pimples before prom, Tara worried about ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
By the time the winter smog settled over Delhi like a scratchy grey shawl, everyone knew that Kabir Anand was going to be Chief Minister. It was in the way the cameras followed him at rallies—how the boom mics tilted as if they too wanted to be closer. In the way party workers straightened their … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
n every city café, there is one quiet soul who reminds us that hurry is not the same as purpose. In ours, it was the man who sat by the window. He came each morning as if time had chosen him to teach it humility. His tea cooled beside him; his gaze lingered on sunlight … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
“Satnam Waheguru,” she whispered, not as a chant but as a sigh of weariness.Every night, when others slept, Bibi Harnam Kaur would sit by the hookah that had long gone cold and think: “The time I sleep is being lost. I should be in attendance of Nirankar.” No one in the courtyard heard her. The buffaloes had stopped lowing; R... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
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