RUNNING THROUGH THE MUSTARD FIELDS
The first two nights of our tour were spent at The Kothi in Gurdaspur, about 75 kilometres northeast of Amritsar. It was damp and dreary when we arrived as it had rained heavily the night before, and the leaden clouds still hung over rural Punjab. But our enthusiasm for The Kothi was not dampened by the weatherall six group members instantly liked the quaint ambience of this genteel homestay, dripping with colonial charm. The Kothi was built by the Sangha family, who also established the tiny village of Nawapind Sardaran, in which the homestay is located. A rambling red brick building surrounds an open courtyard, and every nook and cranny contains homey knick-knacks, books, and photographs. We had a very relaxed time at The Kothi, walking through the village and along the river, listening to Punjabi folk songs around a bonfire, driving to local sights such as Takht-i-Akbari, in nearby Kalanaur, the almost-forgotten platform on which Akbar was crowned emperor at the age of 13, and enjoying the rustic hospitality at Totis Dhaba, a popular roadside spot thats been serving up sweet chai and pakoras for 40 years. But mostly, we enjoyed eating the fresh, hearty fare served up in large and diverse quantities. At each meal, the table became a groaning board of local delicacies such as sarson ka saag, makki ki roti, sweet rice and aloo vadi, paranthas stuffed with aloo and gobi, fresh curd, divine kheer, white buffalo butter, and gur (jaggery), served as a digestive. The village of Nawapind Sardaran will always hold a special place for me because it was here that I was finally able to realise a long-held dream draping a white dupatta over my shoulders, I ran through a mustard field in imitation of Kajol in the movie Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge. By the time we left Gurdaspur, I felt fully immersed in the pastoral pleasures of Punjab.