I only spent about an hour in the Gurudwara Bangla Sahib, Delhi’s majestic Sikh temple, but by the time I stepped out, my borrowed makeshift head cover was drenched.
I suppose the next unfortunate soul to borrow this bandana will be blessed by my sweet perspiration.
Visiting temples is a considerably sweaty affair.
Especially the Bangla Sahib’s kitchens, which are akin to stepping into a furnace.
Hoards of volunteers work tirelessly here surrounded by gigantic ovens, pounding, grinding, chopping, cooking and kneading, churning out endless rotis, rice and dhal and raita. The gurudwara runs a twenty four hour kitchen, a massive feeding operation of epic scale which welcomes all visitors, regardless of caste, colour or creed, to come and share a free meal. We were welcomed with open arms into the communal dining hall, where were served a simple but delicious Thali, in the company of hundreds more hungry humans.
Their generosity is inspiring, and (literally) leaves a pleasant, spicy taste in your mouth.
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