Gold swayed in the fields. The wheat was ready for the sickle. Well, machines now. Gone are the days of the sickle for most farmers. This was my fourth visit to the sleepy town of Anandpur Sahib in Punjab, but it was the first time I was seeing golden wheat. Far beyond the trees, the sun seemed happier. Everything seemed familiar, even the way the car went over the rocky bed of the little stream, an offshoot of the Satluj river, to reach our resort, Anand@The Satluj. We arrived late in the afternoon, a day before the harvest festival of Baisakhi.






