The wooden door was ajar. I didn&rsquot mean to pry, but I couldn&rsquot help looking inside. There was an old banyan tree in the middle of the courtyard with a plaque that read &lsquoGuru Nanak and Balmiki&rsquos Temple&rsquo. There were single-storey buildings on both sides of the courtyard. I walked in cautiously. A short dark man, who later told me his name, Jeeta Singh, wearing nothing but a turban, lungi and vest emerged from one of the rooms. &ldquoI have come from Lahore,&rdquo I told him. &ldquoI am fol­lowing Nanak&rsquos travels all over the country. Can I see this gurdwara&rdquo





