The day started early, we had our most healthy buffet at the hotel. And left for the city's tourist attraction. The Golden Temple locally known as Harmandir Saheb. Means abode of god. The gurudwara is considered to be the most spiritual shrine in Sikhism. It was completed in 1577 by the fourth sikh guru, Guru Ram das. But the structure keep destroyed by Muslim and mughal rulers but keeps rebuilding by sikhs. The pool surrounding the temple contains the holy water. The gurudwara is open for worship for the people, from all over the world who believe in faith. The gurudwara conduct a Langar everyday day for as many people as they can.
We took an E-rickshaw from the hotel to the entry of The Golden Temple. There's a cemented trail surrounded by small similar looking shops selling every kind of things. From culture artifacts to juttis to phulkari saris and dupattas. The trail ends at the temple gate where we were supposed to wear something to cover our heads. We remove our shoes and wash our feets before entering the temple.
When I first saw the temple I was stunned. My first view of the gigantic golden monument was mind blowing. It was the most beautiful temple I saw. The big domes shining from the bright sunlight. The water surrounding it glimmering when the sunrays strike it. The white marble path around it. It was all so calming to my eyes. There were alot of people, but their presence fades away for a while. The peacefulness felt so good.
We couldn't attend the langar, but I heard that they made the tastiest food there.
On our way back we visited the Jallianwala bagh. The Jallianwala bagh massacre took place in 1919. The British general Dyre, ordered to fire riffle on the crowd gathered inside. The crowd consist of many freedom fighters and alot of normal people who gathered there for the festival. The people who didn't die from firing died falling in the well and from the wall. The tension was in the air, there was a vibe there that gives shiver down my spine. Those bullet marks. The well. An eternal flame was light up in the compound since then for remembering the ones who Martyred that day.
After a tour at the local market and a little shopping for Souvenirs. We were starving. Locals told us about this age old dhaba called 'bharawan da dhaba'. So we took an E-rickshaw and went for the search. After almost two hours of rolling into the narrow lanes, we reached a much congestion lane with vehicles tailing in. And then we saw that ancient dhaba, a small claustrophobic room with people eating and others standing next to their table waiting for them to finish which was quite unusual for anyone to do. We waited for what looks like an eternity but didn't even get a chair to sit. It's already 11 at night. So decided to find some other place more suitable than this one. We came out to those galis and had a full punjabi dinner at a dhaba near the golden temple. And went back to hotel. There were a few museum on the same square to explore about the culture and to know more about partition.