“Parsada, Waheguru.” “Chutney, Waheguru.” “Kheer, Waheguru.” VT was serving food at the langar and I was in the kitchen. He must have served some fifty people and was on his toes for over an hour. From cleaning green chilies, I had moved to making rotis on a big tawa. Around twenty five at a time, … More Of Langar and Love