Tag _urbandiaries
“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