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[Dharma Singing: A diamond’s worth one and a quarter lakh.]

Brother Dharma...

I have tied up all the animals inside.

Man, it's so cold today...

don't you feel cold?

Want me to warm you up? - No, no.

Brother Dharma,

that tune you were humming before I arrived...

Sing that for me.

"A diamond's worth one and a quarter lakh."

"A Jatt’s life is hard, but God preserves his honor."

"A Jatt’s life is hard, but God preserves his honor."

Come have some roti.

I made wheat rotis today.

"A handsome rooster sits on the rooftop!"

"A handsome rooster sits on the rooftop!"

Brother Dharma.

What happened?

What? - Wasn't that rooster white?

Oh, was it?

Yes, it was white. - All right, I'll make it white.

"A white rooster sits on the rooftop"...

"Girl with those pretty teeth, I'm crazy about you."

"Girl with those pretty teeth, I'm crazy about you."

Taaro! - [Background: Taaro said,"Yeah?]

Amazing, brother.

Gaama. - Yes.

I consider you my brother. - [Women talking in the background]

Yes, you do. - But you never

listen to me on this one thing.

No, bro, I just can't.

Brother

I promise you one thing...

The day Kesar gets married...

I will drink more than you.

Really? - Yes.

Alright.

You are a really good singer.

Really? - I mean it.

Dharma, your mother is here. Look, she’s over there.

Hide that drink!

I see everything.

Gaama, you should be the one talking sense into him.

Aunty, what should I say? He wants me to have a drink with him too.

Idiots, eat something that is actually meant to be eaten.

The food is getting cold. - Ok.

And get up from there...

Something might bite you.

We're coming.

Can I have one more drink?

That's enough for now. Don’t get drunk. - Just one more.

That’s enough. - Dharma, come here. Can't you hear me?

That's enough, put it down. You keep on drinking. Let's go.

Come on, drink your milk.

But I’m the one who drinks milk. You can’t even drink it!

Kesar, be quiet and drink it.

You didn’t drink your milk again today?

Kesar, shh!

Make it a habit to drink milk, dear.

Your mother-in-law will have you working all day.

So what, grandma?

My brother Kesar will always be the one bringing gifts for me anyway.

Of course.

Will you take gifts for her? - Hmm!

- Come on, finish your milk. - Now do one thing...

Drink your milk and go to sleep.

Hmm. - Don't keep talking.

Okay, grandma. - Go to sleep.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dear, go to sleep.

Did you have a dream about your dad again today?

It has been a year.

He completely forgot about us after going there.

I will go to the Gurudwara tomorrow morning to offer prayers.

God will make everything right.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear.

Go to sleep.

Bless me, Aunt!

God bless you.

May you have a happy marriage, and may your brothers live long.

Here, take the prasad.

So, Auntie…

did you find out anything about Brother Dharma?

No, dear.

No news at all.

It's been a year since he left.

We received just one letter.

We’re already broken inside.

It has been 2 years since Kesar's mother Mindo, passed away.

I have just come back after offering prayers at the Gurudwara.

Since Mindo was from my maternal village, she was like a sister to me.

The two of us would...

Share every joy and sorrow together.

On that day, I was also supposed to go with

Mindo and Taaro to harvest greens from the field.

I think of...

that day every day.

We were standing right here.

Sister, if you are free...

come help me pick some greens from the field.

Or someone else will take them.

Sister, I wanted to go too...

But it's time to milk the buffalo.

She only lets me milk her.

It’s fine.

I’ll pick some for you too.

Let's go.

Okay, Auntie. I’ll bring some to your house.

Alright. - Come on, Taaro.

Yeah, let'go, mom.

Mom!

Move! - Mom!

Come with me.! - Mom!

Let my daughter go!

Let go of her! - Move back!

Leave me!

Let go of my daughter!

Let go of my daughter! - Let me go!

Let go of her! - Mom!

Mom!

[Girl screaming]

Let go! Leave my daughter alone! Let go! - Leave me.

Let go of my daughter!

For God's sake, let her go. - Tell your villagers...

to return our women and we’ll return your girl.

Mom!

Come on! Get up!

Move!

[Girl screaming]

Taaro! - [Girl screaming and crying]

Come on! - Taaro!

Mom!

We did everything we could to treat Mindo,

but she didn't survive.

No one ever discovered what happened to Taaro either.

After Mindo passed away, I feel like half of me is gone, Aunty.

And Taaro...

I raised Taaro with my hands.

Now,

Kesar is all I have left.

He’s all I have.

Alright, dear.

I’m going to check on Kesar.

Grandma... - Yes?

Sometimes you throw a stick at me... - Yeah, yeah.

and sometimes a shoe...

Whatever you get your hands on,

you throw it right at me!

Yet, it never actually hits me.

Yeah.

Your aim can't be that bad, can it?

Shut up, silly boy!

You keep...

throwing stones at those poor animals.

Don't you have to go to school?

Tie my hair in a bun first, Grandma.

Come here!

I have to keep fixing your hair bun.

You're the one who messed it up by slapping me.

Yes, I'm the one who messed it up with a slap.

Who else would do it? Did a ghost come here?

Now go inside,

grab your bag,

fix your hair, and go to school.

Where is my bag?

Look over there, behind the trunk.

Dear... - Yes?

Call Jeeti to come with you.

How can she go to school all alone?

Alright, Grandma.

[Men on the bench, muttering]

Jeeti!

Jeeti!

Jeeti!

Come on, let's go to school.

I'm coming, Kesar.

What's the matter, Surjan Singh?

Why are you scratching yourself? Didn't you bathe this morning?

I went to Zaildar's house this morning. - Yeah. - [Man riding a bicycle, singing]

He gave me some opium. - Okay.

I got a little high.

Those thorns must be pricking you.

How are you, Gaama?

You seem rather high for this early hour.

I swear...

not this morning.

But I had a little to drink last night.

Last night? - Yeah.

At what time last night?

Around 2:00 or 3:00 AM.

Oh, my God!

Early morning?

At 3:00 AM!

Say something, Bachitar...

he's your friend.

So...

so what?

He drank at 3:00 AM.

It was still nighttime, wasn’t it?

Huh?

Hey, Gaama!

There's one thing.

When they named you Gaama,

your family must have thought, “When he grows up, our son…”

"...will become a wrestler."

Brother,

I did want to become a wrestler at first.

If only my friend Dharma hadn't left the village. - Right.

Look, isn’t that Kesar with his schoolbag?

See, Surjan Singh... - Bless me, Uncle!

Here comes the beloved child of our village.

Bless me, Uncle!

Greetings! Bless me!

Greetings, uncle! - [Man on the mat praises Kesar to another man]

Greetings, uncle! - Greetings, dear!

Look at this lovely pair!

Go on, dear, study hard.

You’ll read our letters for us too, right?

I can read letters even now.

Even I can read them. - Well done!

Go on, you little thing. - Well done!

Education...

...benefits everyone. - You just eat peanuts.

Quit talking about education.

The Zaildar' niece is quite smart.

Gama, what was her name again?

Jeeti!

Ah yes, Jeeti. - Her father passed away,

so the poor girl came to her mother’s home

with her mother, to the Zaildar’s house.

When writing the fate

of her mother, Naseebo

it seems God completely held back His hand.

It has been a year since Dharam Singh left.

Ever since Dharam

left the village,

all the life and joy has gone from the village.

Only God...

knows His ways.

Who are we to question God and say…

"Don't do it this way,

do it that way."

And then you all complain that Gama drinks alcohol.

You all made me remember my friend again first thing in the morning.

Uncle, you already know this

I had my first drink that day,

the day my friend, Dharam

left the village and went away.

Gama, you will never mend your ways.

And you won’t listen to me anyway. Do as you please.

Gama, what’s the plan today? I’m dying here.

I’ve got it sorted. - Really?

Yeah! - Great, let's go.

Just tell me, do you have it or not?

Hold on, hold on.

Look at this.

Wow, it’s homemade!

Hold this.

How are we supposed to drink this?

Don’t worry. I’ve got my ways.

Look at this, a bell.

A bell?

But how do we drink out of this?

Since you stick your finger in everything,

I’ll stick my finger in this bell

and drink it. Pour it quickly.

Come on!

Someone might come.

Brother, give me some too.

A. - A.

B. - B.

C. - C.

D. - D.

E. - E.

F. -F.

G. G.

H. - H.

Kesar, do you know my father bought this for me?

Move aside, fatty.

Dear, Jeeti...

you should never make fun of anyone.

Alright, sir.

15 August 1947.

On this day, India, our country, became independent.

When?

15th August 1947!

Yes!

But didn't the Partition also happen in 1947?

Who told you about the Partition?

My grandmother calls it...

the Partition of 1947.

Dear, they're one and the same.

But sir, how could Partition mean freedom?

Dear, in the books we call it freedom,

but 1947 also brought great turmoil to Punjab.

Our tears still haven’t dried.

We had to find our freedom in the ruins.

Come on, Kesar.

Please give us some sacred threads, Uncle. - And the money?

Here you go.

Here.

Let's go, Kesar.

What did you wish for, Kesar?

I asked...

God...

to make me grow up quickly.

So that when I grow up,

I can bring my dad back home.

And see my mom smiling again.

What did you wish for, Jeeti?

I asked...

that I could meet my dad just once,

even if it’s only in a dream,

so I could tell him…

that a white scarf doesn't look good on mom.

There's my handsome boy.

Go put your bag inside.

Here, drink some milk.

Why are you sad today?

Grandma... - Yes?

This amulet...

did Dad put it on me?

Yes, dear.

Your dad put it on you during your first Lohri.

Here...

Oh...

This thread needs changing.

You drink your milk,

then take it off and give it to me.

I'll change it's thread. Okay?

Drink up, my dear.

Buy a pan!

Buy a spatula!

Auntie, you buy something too.

No, don't come near me.

I don't know where my grandson has gone.

I am worried to death.

I've been looking for him for so long.

Uncle...

where do you come from every year?

We came from Rajasthan.

We are descendants of Maharana Pratap.

Ever since our ancestors were driven from their homeland,

we’ve known nothing but hardship.

We have never returned to our village.

Since then, we’ve been wandering from place to place.

"Life lasts but two days, no one sees the third."

"I would be left destitute if you no longer spoke to me."

"Caravans of stars passed overhead, yet not a single star reached my hand."

"Once your feet enter the city of light, the village of darkness is left behind."

"Caravans of stars..."

Kesar, run! Grandma is here!

Stop right there! I'll teach you a lesson!

I've searched the whole village looking for you.

Stop right there!

I've been looking for you since afternoon.

Stop! Are you going to stop or not?

Where do you think you’re running?

Don't cry, my dear grandma.

Why shouldn't I cry?

I’ve been searching for you like a madwoman since afternoon.

And now it’s already evening.

When you leave the house without telling me,

it scares me to death.

I only have two things left to live for.

One is you...

and the other is this letter from your dad, sent from Bikaner.

Jeeti!

Are you going to stand in front of the mirror all day,

or are you going to do some work?

No, Mom.

I am not doing any work today.

I am heading over to the neighbors' house.

It's Nimmo's pre-wedding sangeet today.

Wait...

The wedding is the day after tomorrow.

Do you really have to wear your new clothes today?

I am your only daughter, after all.

You can just get me another set stitched for the wedding. I'm leaving!

Your uncle has completely spoiled you.

Don't worry, I'll deal with Uncle myself.

"My hands are adorned with fresh henna, I can't even manage to cook the lentils"

"You start bickering with me already, yet people stay together for years"

"My hands are adorned with fresh henna, I can't even manage to cook the lentils"

"Gold ornaments and a chariot of wood"

"Our parents have united us in marriage"

"A new place, a new home, among new people,

slowly, everything will fall into place"

"You start bickering with me already, yet people stay together for years"

"My hands are adorned with fresh henna, I can't even manage to cook the lentils"

"This is no mere dollhouse game"

"Marriage is the union of two souls"

"This is no mere dollhouse game"

"Marriage is the union of two souls"

"How will I look beautiful alone?"

"True style and grace come only when I'm with you"

"You start bickering with me already, yet people stay together for years"

"My hands are adorned with fresh henna, I can't even manage to cook the lentils"

"You pull away and distance yourself, you never stand close to me"

"Though I know your fights are just pretend"

"You pull away and distance yourself, you never stand close to me"

"Though I know your fights are just pretend"

"When you let go of your anger and smile, I feel like the richest person alive"

"You start bickering with me already, yet people stay together for years"

"My hands are adorned with fresh henna, I can't even manage to cook the lentils"

[Gama, Singing: "Don't hurt me, I won't be able to bear it."]

Wow.

Enough. - Sister...

I was just starting to enjoy that song.

Oh, never mind.

Brother, eat your food. It’ll get cold.

Sister, how come

I haven’t seen her today.

She’s gone to the sangeet.

The neighbors’ daughter is getting married.

Oh, I see. - It's Jeeti's friend, Nimmo...

Yes. - ...Her wedding.

Sister...

Ever since your sister-in-law passed away,

Jeeti has been the absolute life of this house.

Can you believe it, brother…

Our daughters have grown up before we even realized it.

You are right, Gaama.

Uncle...

Greetings, Uncle!

Greetings, dear!

Come, sit down, my child. Have a seat.

You silly girl...

Who told you to grow up so fast?

Just like Nimmo, you will leave us too one day.

And you'll take all the joy of this house with you.

I am not going anywhere and leaving you behind.

And Uncle,

I really don't like this habit of yours.

Which habit?

Oh, this one? - Huh.

You take exactly after your grandmother.

Of course...

Whose granddaughter is she, after all?

Are you all trying to make me cry now?

It seems like out of the whole family, I'm the only one who's starving.

I am hungry!

Go on, dear.

Serve some food and bring it over for us.

Alright, Uncle. - Go on, sister.

Make sure to add a good amount of Ghee.

Alright, Uncle. - Jeeti, hurry up.

I’m starving here.

Just wait a minute.

Should I sing one in the meantime?

Alright fine, go ahead and sing.

[Jeeti talking to her mom in the background]

Kesar...

Where are you getting all dressed up to go?

I'm going with Mom to Aunt's house in Takhatpura.

When are you coming back, Jeeti?

I don't know.

How am I going to pass my time without you here?

The same way I did, Kesar

when you went to your grandparents' house.

Jeeti, leave me some token of remembrance before you go.

A keepsake?

What can I give you right now?

I don't have anything to give as a keepsake.

Curiosity in life

brings a sense of fulfillment and joy.

But desire

and greed

can lead us astray.

When Emperor Alexander, while conquering the world,

entered Punjab,

then ahead of his victorious convoy,

on the path, a

ahead of his victorious army.

His soldiers came running

and woke the ascetic.

‘Get up, ascetic!’

Don't you know

That the king who conquered the world

is passing through here?

Get up and salute the king.

He replied, Why should I get up and salute?

I am a king myself.

The soldiers started laughing.

They said, Our king became a king by conquering the entire world.

Where are you a king of? What have you conquered?

With a very calm demeanor,

that ascetic

replied,

Your king

became a king by conquering the world.

As for me,

I became a king by conquering the desire to conquer.

So, dear ones,

desire alone

is the root of all suffering in life.

The person who

has mastered his desires,

is a king, even sitting in his humble hut.

A king of bliss, a king of joy.

Carefree!

Unbothered!

Baba ji,

have you ever met God?

Or do you know where God lives?

Greetings!

You have come at the perfect time.

This boy was asking me

where God lives.

That’s a very important question, my child…

and the answer holds the answers to all our questions.

According to the Greeks,

God created this world in six days.

On the first day, He created light,

which created day and night.

On the second day, the sky.

On the third day, the earth

and the entire plant kingdom.

On the fourth day, the sun.

On the fifth day, water

and living creatures were made.

On the sixth day, God

created humans.

And on the seventh day?

On the seventh day,

God rested.

Huh...

We too,

leaving aside all our worldly work,

must rest one day a week.

On that day,

we should meditate on God.

True words, baba ji.

That is a very profound thought.

It is said that in the beginning, humans were alone

and became sad.

To keep them company, God

started playing hide-and-seek with them.

It was God's turn to hide first,

but because the world was newly made,

everything was empty.

There was nowhere to hide.

Therefore, God

hid inside the human heart.

To this day, humans

keep searching for Him on the outside.

But they never see the God

hidden inside them.

God is within us,

and we are searching outside.

If we look for God within ourselves,

He will surely be found.

Sadanand... - Yes?

Arrange some food for Sai Ji.

Okay, Baba ji.

I seek your permission to leave for Bikaner in the morning.

All right.

I also have to go to Gorakhpur in the morning.

Baba ji,

please ask Sai ji

if he’ll take me with him to Bikaner.

I want to go look for my dad.

Sai ji,

this poor boy has suffered a terrible tragedy.

During the riots,

his mother passed away

and

his sister was kidnapped.

One day, his father left home and never came back.

I still remember

the last time,

ten years ago,

Kesar's father

met me right here.

Baba Ji, gather a little more straw. The hut is quite big.

Asanand,

send Keshav to get some more lime. I feel as though...

Come in, Mr. Dharam...

Greetings, baba ji! - Welcome!

Welcome!

Kesar,

come here to me.

Mr. Dharam Singh,

Be strong,

and make a fresh start in life.

The past

can be remembered,

but it cannot be lived in.

Yes, Baba Ji.

I'm thinking of going to Bikaner and buy some land.

My heart has been very heavy lately.

Sadness is not a bad thing, Mr. Dharam Singh.

In fact, it connects us to our life

and our true reality.

Baba ji...

Why do you

meditate for forty days every year?

Kesar, my child,

between humans and God,

perhaps there is a distance of just forty days.

Between our history and mythology,

forty days hold great significance.

If we talk about the world of religion,

there are forty stanzas of Sri Anand Sahib.

The forty hymns of Bhai Gurdas.

We read the Hanuman Chalisa as well.

Jesus Christ fasted for forty days.

In the Nath tradition,

there is a forty-day trial.

A Sufi

observes a forty-day retreat

to realize the truth of Allah.

Even our mothers...

rest for forty days after giving birth.

And today,

if we speak in scientific terms, my child,

science itself says

that to break an old habit

or cultivate a new one,

it takes forty days.

That is why, my child,

I go away for forty days every year

to perform meditation.

So that I can

revive my soul.

Mr. Dharam Singh,

your son's abilities indicate

that he is destined to bring honor to your family,

and become a man of righteous action.

Kesar, my child,

now you are the only support for your father.

May God grant you

a long life.

Baba ji, I can never

forget that day.

'When we were heading back home after meeting you...'

Brother, I am going to the field.

I will be a little late today.

Okay, Gama.

What happened?

You look sad.

Brother, should I come along?

No, Gamme.

You go to the fields by yourself today.

Are the father and son back?

Come right over here.

I have been waiting for so long after cooking the food.

Where are you coming from?

The head monk of the hut

has to go on a forty-day journey.

We had gone to meet him.

You did a good thing.

Kesar,

you're becoming far too attached to the monks.

I hope it doesn't happen

you don't end up leaving with them.

Mom. - Hmm?

Baba Ji has advised me to make a fresh start in life.

I'm thinking of going to Bikaner to check out some land,

We could sell our six acres here

and buy more land there.

A new place,

a new life…

but if you ask me honestly, my child,

just hearing the name Bikaner frightens me.

Dharam Singh

left the house in such a way

that he never returned home again.

Bikaner is very far away,

It’s a forty-day journey.

Full of sand and sharp roads,

and the whole journey on foot.

Even water will be hard to find on the way.

How many times have I told you

to be home before dark?

I went to the hermitage, grandma.

Here, eat your food.

Grandma... - Huh?

How far away is Bikaner?

What do you have to do with it?

Don't even mention the name of that place in front of me.

Grandma, there was something I wanted to talk to you about.

We will talk in the morning.

Now go to sleep peacefully.

It's been so many days since you slept well.

I even put the quilts out in the sun today.

Finish your dinner and come inside.

I’ll get your quilt ready for you.

Did Dad put this amulet on me?

Yes, dear.

Your dad bought this for you on your first Lohri.

Baba Ji, won't his family be worried?

His grandma must be a little concerned.

I'll come, Sai Ji.

Alright son, come early in the morning.

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

Okay.

"Sometimes lost in a dream, sometimes appearing before the eyes."

"Sometimes vanishing like vapor, sometimes settling like sand."

"The one whose name beats in your every breath, and defines your identity"

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest. You, O mortal, are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest. You, O mortal, are just a guest."

"The heart is His, the life is His, He is everywhere."

"Just call out to Him once, and He arrives like an echo."

"He arrives like an echo."

"This unique, whimsical love has an eternal bond with the light."

"The memory of a separated beloved becomes the path to finding oneself."

"Why does the dark kohl in one's eyes masquerade as tears?"

"Why is a land infested with serpents hailed as the realm of lovers?"

"Man remains heedless and unaware, unable to unravel the riddle within."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

"Even the burning warmth of restlessness has its own rhythm and purpose."

"To guide and give it direction is a person's foremost duty."

"Bowing before the Almighty Power, and enduring the test of patience..."

"Look straight into the eyes of pain, and face it with courage."

"Sages and mystics have said, this separation is supreme."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal,

You are here. - Yes, Sai Ji.

"are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest."

Baba Ji, greetings. - Live long, my child!

My child, during the journey

you must stay with Sai ji,

and obey his every command. - Ok!

Whenever there is a moment of trouble

offer a prayer to God.

Yes, Baba Ji.

Whenever you need me

I’ll always be with you.

"No doubt there is pain, no doubt the wound is fresh."

"What was meant to happen has happened"

"now step into the trial of fire."

"Rise above the quicksand, dear one."

"Stars shine bright in the night sky."

"Splash water on your eyes to wake up, and guard the door to your heart."

"By embracing mortality with love, living has become simple."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest."

"With eyes full of innocence and purity, someone dances upon thorns."

"Feet have written upon the earth, a true travelogue of existence."

"Those who drank the poison of this world,"

"now happily feast on their beloved's love."

"Those who sow shade with their own hands,"

"never fear the fiercest sun."

"Neither take pride in silk, nor lament the coarseness of rags."

"In this dwelling called life, you, O mortal, are but a guest."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

Greetings, grandma!

Greetings, dear! What brings you up so early?

Grandma, didn't Kesar come to tend to the animals today?

He left before I even woke up this morning.

And these buffaloes are also causing a fuss.

You never know what he will do next.

Anyway, is everything well?

Yes, grandma.

Grandma, I'll come over once I'm done with the housework.

Don't worry. He's gone out at dawn plenty of times before.

"My heart, one day I will heal"

"though the rhythm and melody are scattered right now."

"The relationships formed in this lifetime,"

"who knows from which past birth they connect us."

"By divine alignment, they meet, those who live far apart and separate."

"No one knows who, when, or in what form you might cross paths."

"Whatever is happening, it is all accepted."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

"In this house of life, you, O mortal, are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest."

"You, O mortal, are just a guest. You, O mortal, are just a guest."

Any news about Kesar, Grandma? - No, dear.

I don't know where he's gone.

I'm getting very worried.

Don't worry. Kesar will come back.

Let's go to the hermitage.

Oh my! I didn't think of that.

Baba Ji must know something.

He cares for Kesar very much.

Stay strong, grandma.

Stay strong?

I've been holding myself together all this time.

He's the only keepsake I have left.

Now tell me, whose shoulder am I supposed to lean on for strength?

Tell me. Tell me...

"In the house of life, O human, you are just a guest"

"In the house of life, O human, you are just a guest"

"The heart is His, the life is His, He is everywhere"

"Just call out to Him once"

"He manifests as an echo"

"The heart is His, the life is His"

Without a boatman, we cannot cross.

It seems we'll have to stay here for the night.

Yes, Sai Ji.

"He manifests as an echo"

A person learns through experience.

And a journey is just the same.

Wait, Sai Ji.

Let me massage your feet.

No, no, my boy.

You must be tired too, let it be.

No, no Sai Ji, I...

I used to massage my grandma's feet back in the village too.

Well done! Bless you...

Who gave you the name Kesar?

Dad did.

Your father gave you a beautiful name, just like you.

My child,

your elders have taught you great values.

One day, just like your name Kesar,

you will spread your fragrance wherever you go.

Here, son.

Keep this stone in your pocket...

and take care of it.

And the second stone

I will give you when the journey ends.

If you ever get confused in life

and can't find a way forward

hold both stones in your hands

and meditate.

God will guide you Himself.

Yes, Sai Ji.

No, Kesar, dear.

You shouldn't disrespect your hair.

Take this pouch.

Keep your fallen hair in it.

At the end of our journey, we will offer these to the sacred fire.

Alright, Sai Ji.

Dear, pack up all the belongings. - Yes.

The boatman is waiting for us.

Let's go. - I'm coming.

Greetings, baba ji!

Greetings!

Baba ji, where are you going?

We need to go to Bikaner.

Sai Ji,

about me

and about my family

you already know everything now.

Will you tell me something about yourself too?

How did you become an ascetic?

When did you choose this path?

Gurdit, my son! - Yes, dad?

Son, today is our turn. We have to water the fields tonight.

Alright, dad.

Hey, are you listening?

The sun is right overhead.

Come on, both of you — come and eat.

Once you head to the fields, you won't be back anytime soon.

We're coming, dear.

Serve the food.

Maano!

Come here, dear.

Grandma, I'm coming!

Greetings, Chief!

What's the matter, gentleman? Is everything alright?

Chief,

the conditions in the country are not good at all right now.

The partition of the country has been announced.

Hatred and killings

are continuously increasing.

Sikh families are no longer safe in this area at all.

Is our village also unsafe, sir?

Yes, Chief.

That's why I thought I should come and warn you myself.

Chief, you and your family

must be ready to leave by tonight, or tomorrow morning at the latest.

Prepare to leave for Amritsar.

Now, please excuse me.

I must warn the neighboring village as well.

Thank you, sir.

Village head, Uncle!

Chief!

Chief! Chief!

There's been an attack in Bhagwanpur.

They are dragging Sikhs out of their homes and killing them.

Oh God!

We have to catch the train to Amritsar tonight.

Bishna, hurry and tell the villagers

to leave the livestock behind

take only essential belongings, and reach the station.

Okay, uncle. - Yes, go.

Pack the essential things.

We will have to leave right now.

Okay.

I will go tell Rashid

until we return,

he can look after the livestock.

Okay, Dad. - I'll be right back.

Malkit Kaur!

Gurdit, son!

Maano! Maano!

Since that day,

I have never stayed in one place for more than a day or two.

Now, I find peace only in wandering.

Alright, Sai Ji.

Sai ji,

how did you endure

so much sorrow?

Kesar,

neither does the ocean run dry of its water,

sorrow never leaves our lives.

Pain is the medicine, and comfort is the disease.

And child,

sorrow is our companion

that keeps us rooted in our soil

and reminds us of our place in life.

Alright, Sai Ji.

Kesar, there is a tale of Gautama Buddha

in which

a mother lost her two-year-old child

and she went to Gautama Buddha

to plead with him

to bring her child back to life.

Gautama Buddha said,

“Go, mother,

and bring a pinch of salt

from a house where no one has ever died.

Sai Ji, did she ever find a house where no one had ever died?

Kesar,

there is no home in this world

that is spared from sorrow and death.

So, the mother returned, disappointed.

And then…

what did Gautama Buddha say?

The Buddha said, "Mother,

as long as there is life, there will be sorrow too.

Only

the desire for constant happiness

is the root cause of our suffering.

Yes, Sai Ji.

Son,

is Baba Ji here?

Swami Ji Maharaj? - Yes.

The one who is the head here.

Yes, the head saint here.

He left for Gorakhpur yesterday morning.

He won’t be back for another 40 days.

Kesar,

this place is truly heartwarming.

We shall rest here for the night. - Yes, Sai Ji.

Baba Ji, the villagers don't sow crops around this tree.

They say it's haunted by spirits.

Then the night here will be even more serene.

Come on, young man,

let’s gather some firewood.

Yes, Sai Ji.

It’s getting dark.

Yes, Sai Ji.

Gaame.

Yes, Aunty?

Dear,

Kesar left home yesterday and hasn't come back.

Yes, Jitti told me.

I went and checked all the fields yesterday as well.

I also went to the other side.

Go to Garna Sahib Gurudwara,

Kesar often goes there as well.

Ok, Aunty.

I've given the buffaloes some water

and I've given them fodder too.

If you need anything else, just let me know.

Who else would I go to, son?

Just as Dharma is to me,

you are the same to me.

Dear,

you should give up alcohol now.

Aunty,

I will quit drinking on the day...

the day

my brother Dharma returns to this house.

Okay, Aunty, I'll go to the Gurudwara.

Kesar,

aren’t you scared?

Yes, Sai Ji, I am a little scared.

This place is just like that.

And Sai Ji, what if some wild animal comes here at night?

Kesar, all animals stay away from fire.

That is why we have lit this fire.

Your

your fear will eventually fade away, just like darkness.

And whatever it is you’re afraid of,

you should confront it at least once.

Otherwise, that fear will stay with you for a lifetime.

Greetings, Swami Ji.

God bless you.

Swami Ji, may I stay here with you all tonight?

We are all travellers on this earth.

How can one traveller command another?

Tie up your camel

and come sit by the fire.

Thank you, Swami Ji.

Here, have some chickpeas. You must be hungry.

No, Swami Ji.

I have plenty of flatbread and chutney with me.

Please, have some.

Waheguru!

Thank God.

Here, son. Have some too.

Sai Ji,

I have been noticing all the way.

You barely have enough for yourself

yet you still offer food to everyone.

What if we run short of food ourselves?

There is an ancient tale.

A king once proclaimed

that, the following morning, he would distribute gold coins among his subjects.

And as dawn broke,

a long queue formed outside the palace gates.

The king continued distributing the coins one by one,

and the queue kept growing longer.

But a poor man standing at the very end of the line kept yielding his place to others

and repeatedly moved behind them again.

The king, disguised, stood beside him and asked,

"Good man,

why are you giving your turn to someone else?

Once the coins run out, you’ll get nothing.

Blessed is our generous king.

The king has coins to give away,

and I have my turn to give away.

The king earns merit in his own way,

and I earn mine my way. - Wah.

So, Kesar,

nature never lets us go without what we need to live.

The givers grow weary in their giving,

while the receivers feast forevermore, through ages upon ages.

Wah! Very well said!

"A lofty status is not what truly matters"

"What matters is having a noble heart"

"The one who stays grounded remains on the right path"

"For in the end, we all return to dust"

"Bathe at every sacred pilgrimage site"

"Observe vigils, meditate, and keep fasts"

"Perform service, spiritual practice, and countless acts of charity"

Swami Ji, thanks to you, the night passed pleasantly.

Otherwise, this place was rather frightening.

Because you were here,

I even slept peacefully last night.

Good man, shared troubles and shared sorrows

always feel lighter.

Now, with your permission, I'll continue my journey.

May Almighty ensure your journey is successful.

Goodbye.

"In a bundle of sorrow, I carry a lifetime of tears"

"My beloved has wandered away, lost in this world"

"In a bundle of sorrow, I carry a lifetime of tears"

"My beloved has wandered away, lost in this world"

"Without you by my side, I feel I am slowly losing my mind"

"Come here, you little lost bird, let me take care of you"

"Come here, you little lost bird, let me take care of you"

"Though I breathe, I no longer feel alive"

"The bird never returned before nightfall"

"Though I breathe, I no longer feel alive"

"The bird never returned before nightfall"

"My eyes bear witness to our love"

"My eyes have not known a single moment of rest"

"Tell me now, which pearl am I meant to seek?"

"Come here, you little lost bird, let me take care of you"

"Come here, you little lost bird, let me take care of you"

"Come here, you little lost bird, let me take care of you"

Son, this tree is centuries old.

Centuries old?

This tree must have witnessed so much.

It must have seen the world change.

The world may have changed its appearance,

but human desires, relationships,

joys, sorrows, hopes and longings

remain the same even today.

"Almighty, why did we become so undeserving in Your eyes?"

"My vessel was strong, yet we still drowned"

"Almighty, why did we become so undeserving in Your eyes?"

"My vessel was strong, yet we still ended up drowning"

"Who has taken away the anklets from love’s feet?"

"The branch where I once tied my swing has now snapped"

"It feels less like the branch broke, and more like my own arms have given way"

"Come here, you little lost bird, let me take care of you"

"Come here, you little lost bird, let me take care of you"

"Come here, you little lost bird, let me take care of you"

Please come, baba ji.

May God bless you.

Did you plant these trees?

Yes, Babaji, for those who pass this way,

so they may rest here for a while.

Thank you. May God bless you.

Thank you.

This is the noblest form of service.

Travellers must surely be deeply grateful to you for providing water

and may Almighty bless you abundantly for planting these trees.

Sai Ji, there is something I’ve been wondering...

Which faith do you follow?

Young man, the question is not which faith we follow,

but what our faith truly means.

Our religion teaches us

to help others

and to give in charity.

True indeed.

Sai Ji,

my grandmother also contributes Dasvandh.

Kesar,

all religions advocate charity and virtue.

In Sikhism, it is known as Dasvandh,

in Hinduism, it is referred to as charity,

in Islam, it is known as Zakat.

And in Judaism, it is known as Tzedakah.

Greetings. - How are you, sir?

God's grace. - Are you alright?

Come, have some water. - Yeah, I'm coming!

Allow us the privilege of serving you.

You're feeding your food to these goats.

My family survives because of these goats, sir.

How much do you earn?

It's enough to support my family.

Thanks be to God.

Should I find you work with the horse traders?

You look after these goats,

you can do the same for their horses.

That's very kind of you.

But that would mean working under someone.

And rather than tending to someone else's horses,

I'd rather herd my goats.

Isn't that right, Sai Ji?

You have spoken the absolute truth.

It is far better to find peace in one’s own home than

to serve in someone else’s grand mansion.

Is it always this lively around here?

Yes, Babaji.

People are always passing through here,

but two villages beyond this place,

a fair will be held tomorrow at Peer Baba's shrine,

which is why the crowd is slightly larger today.

I see.

"Between the brows, the Divine Guru has inscribed a sacred tilak"

"In flawless rhythm and melody,"

"He has planted the peg, such is His divine illusion"

"In the ascetic’s gaze resides the vision that discerns truth from falsehood"

"In the ascetic’s gaze resides the vision that discerns truth from falsehood"

"The Almighty sways like a swing within the earrings"

"The Almighty sways like a swing within the earrings"

"The Almighty sways like a swing within the earrings"

"The Almighty sways like a swing within the earrings"

"In the ascetic’s gaze resides the vision that discerns truth from falsehood"

"The Almighty sways like a swing within the earrings"

"The Almighty sways like a swing within the earrings"

"The seeds that have been sown must be reaped in the fullness of freedom"

"Go to the fair, but do not lose yourself in it"

"Go to the fair, but do not lose yourself in it"

"The eyes sways through all eight watches of the night"

"In the ascetic’s gaze resides the vision that discerns truth from falsehood"

"The Almighty sways like a swing within the earrings"

"The Almighty sways like a swing within the earrings"

"The entire universe bows down to kiss His feet"

"Clinking bangles cannot bring the ascetic under your control"

"Clinking bangles cannot bring the ascetic under your control"

"He lays bare the heart, the mystery of the realm"

"In the ascetic’s gaze resides the vision that discerns truth from falsehood"

"In the ascetic’s gaze resides the vision that discerns truth from falsehood"

"The Almighty sways like a swing within the earrings"

"When the hue of love rises, it shatters even swords"

"The dervishes must burn their homes to witness such a spectacle"

"The dervishes must burn their homes to witness such a spectacle"

"Only then does the melody align with the flute’s yearning"

"Only then does the melody align with the flute’s yearning"

Those who meet are destined to part,

and those who part...

are destined to meet again.

this is God's eternal design.

"In the ascetic’s gaze resides the vision that discerns truth from falsehood"

Sai Ji,

everyone we met on our journey

had some sorrow.

Some share their pain,

while others keep it buried deep in their hearts.

As long as a person is alive and breathing,

sorrow remains their constant companion.

But whether to be sad or not

is in our own hands.

How is it in our own hands?

Once, a disciple asked his guru

and asked him the same question

Saying, 'Baba Ji,

how can we lessen the suffering in our lives?

The guru asked him to bring two bowls.

one for salt, and the other to drink water from.

Then he put a handful of salt into the first bowl,

and told him to drink the water.

'How does it taste?' he asked."

This is extremely bitter.

Now discard it.

Now fill it with water again.

Now drink it and tell me.

It's sweet.

This is the only way to overcome sorrow.

If you keep your heart small,

sorrows will feel immense.

But if you expand your heart like a vast river,

then sorrows appear small.

I understood, Sai ji.

If we shrink our hearts to the size of a bowl

then every sorrow will feel overwhelming.

But if we expand our hearts like a river

then all the sorrows of the world will seem small.

Yes, Kesar.

Son, you are growing wiser with each passing day.

You are moving towards your destination.

Hey! Hey! Go!

No, young man. - But, Sai Ji...

Just as we walk our own path,

in the same way, this creature too has every right to follow its own path.

Come, let's go.

Say it with me: 'K.' - 'K.'

'Kh'. - 'Kh'.

'G'. - 'G'.

'D'. - 'D'.

'DH'. - 'DH'.

'Ch'. - 'Ch'.

'Chh'. - 'Chh'.

'J'.

Kesar, how far did you study?

Sai Ji, in our village, schooling only goes up to the eighth grade.

So I could only study up to that level. - Okay.

Sai Ji, you must be very well-educated.

Son, there was no school in the villages around us.

I learnt Gurmukhi from the baba at the village Gurudwara,

and Urdu from Maulvi Sahib.

Really?

I slowly learned the alphabet and

began reading by piecing letters together.

Whenever I come across a good book,

I make sure to read it.

Sai Ji, but you already possess such profound knowledge.

Then why do you read books?

It's not as if you need to study to pass exams, is it?

Books are not intended solely for passing examinations.

The knowledge gained from books illuminates one's path in life,

and our Gurus have even elevated the very word itself to the status of a teacher.

Yes.

Many have come here, and many have departed.

Only a rare few possess gratitude and patience.

Keep your feet firmly on the ground,

for who knows, there may be a grave beneath your feet.

Sai Ji, our village teacher used to say the same thing.

My dear, truly noble men tend to hold the same view.

It is only the foolish who differ merely in their manner of expression.

Yes.

Sai Ji.

Sai Ji, greetings.

Greetings.

I am often travelling, just like you.

People say I have wheels on my feet.

Do our feet truly have wheels, Sai Ji?

My dear, life itself moves in cycles.

From the very point it begins

one day, it all comes to an end at that very point.

In the universe, everything moves in cycles.

When the body moves in circular motion,

the mind attains steadiness,

hence we perform circumambulation around the sacred site.

My only concern is earning a livelihood, Sai Ji.

I have taken on many jobs,

yet none has ever lasted.

Every four to six months, I end up having to move on to something new.

If you dig five pits, each ten yards deep, you will still find no water.

You must dig a single pit fifty yards deep. - Alright.

May God bless you.

Stay happy.

It seems your fate and sustenance are with us as well.

There must be some old connection between us.

Sai Ji, when I was a child,

I once picked up a puppy from the street and brought it home.

I named him Baaz.

Before the Partition, we had a puppy named Bisha.

At home, in the fields,

he was always with me.

During the Partition, when we hurried towards the station,

Bisha kept running after me for a long time,

then perhaps he grew tired and was left behind somewhere.

Should we call him Baaz?

No, Sai ji, Bisha is fine.

"In this world, there are beasts and darkness all around"

"Yet my mind remains immersed in bliss"

"I found it only through surrender and loss"

"At dawn, I am filled with supreme, boundless joy"

But, Sai Ji,

everyone is afraid of death, aren't they?

Dear,

where the fear of death comes to an end,

that is where life truly begins.

This universe, beautifully adorned by the divine,

is truly magnificent.

It is truly a heaven on earth.

Sai Ji,

do heaven and hell

really exist?

Or are they merely thoughts?

Kesar...

Once, a king went to a sage to ask exactly this question.

Hail the revered Saint.

Our king has himself come to see you

and wishes to ask, what are heaven and hell?

Which king?

He looks like a beggar. - Saint!

Being unable to control one's mind is hell.

To have mastery over one's mind

is heaven.

It is our own thinking that shapes our joy and our pain.

One who conquers the mind conquers the world.

After the Tenth Guru's family was torn apart,

he rested in the forests of Machhiwara on a stone, using it as a pillow,

yet he remained in a state of serene sleep,

even in absolute solitude,

writing a letter like the Zafarnama to the emperor,

stands as a profound testament

to the lofty spirit of a liberated mind.

"A procession of stars has passed overhead"

"Not a single star could be caught"

"When one steps into the city of light"

"The darkness of the world falls away"

"The caravan of stars"

"The world lasts only two days"

"There is no third day, my love"

"My love, I will be utterly ruined today if you do not speak to me"

"A procession of stars has passed overhead"

"Not a single star could be caught"

"The darkness of the world falls away"

"The darkness of the world falls away"

"The caravan of stars"

"The nights slipped away into yesterday,"

"Your saffron-hued words were buried in the night,"

"Those slightly blue eyes, drenched in tears, became the heart's shroud,"

"A restless, unhinged soul ran after his mother,"

"Love is the darling child of pain,"

"A procession of stars has passed overhead"

"Not a single star could be caught"

"When one steps into the city of light"

"The darkness of the world falls away"

"The caravan of stars"

"The world lasts only two days"

"There is no third day, my love"

"My love, I will be utterly ruined today if you do not speak to me"

"A procession of stars has passed overhead"

"Not a single star could be caught"

"When one steps into the city of light"

"The darkness of the world falls away"

"The caravan of stars"

Hail Lord Shiva.

Hail Lord Shiva.

Baba, where are you headed?

We're going to Bikaner.

Baba, we're also heading to the next village.

Please, come, we'll drop you there.

Please, Baba. - Alright.

Bishe, come here.

Come on, Bishe. - Come here.

Come here. Get on.

O servants of God, where are you headed today?

Sai ji, last year my house was robbed.

The thief was caught, and it turned out he was my own enemy.

He's in prison, but the jewellery hasn't been recovered yet.

By good fortune, he wrote a letter revealing

where he had hidden the jewellery.

So we're going to get those jewels.

Brothers, your enemy hasn't told the police anything so far

so how can you be so sure that the letter will tell you the truth

about where he has hidden the jewels?

I don't understand, Baba.

A man who has once lost his credibility

before placing our trust in such a man again

we must think a hundred times over.

You must have heard the story of Vigde, haven't you?

No.

In a village, there lived a man of wicked thoughts

everyone used to call him Vigda.

He had been a constant nuisance to the entire village.

And, fed up, the villagers drove him out of the village.

He went on to live outside the village.

Did the villagers banish him?

Yes, they did banish him.

After a few years, Vigda fell gravely ill.

No medication or treatment could restore his health.

On his deathbed, Vigde addressed the village elders

and asked them to fulfil his final two wishes.

And when he passed away

the villagers felt they should honour his final wish.

Following his instructions, they drove an iron nail into the corpse's forehead

and summoned the local Kotwal.

The Kotwal arrived and inspected the body

and realised it was a case of murder.

He called the police and had the entire village arrested.

Now, in prison, the villagers think

that Vigda, even in death, has caused yet another problem.

He is not your friend, brother.

And a man who has once lost his credibility,

before placing trust in him again,

should think a hundred times over.

As for the rest, you sort it out amongst yourselves.

This is our stop, brothers.

Drop us off here. - Hey, stop.

We'll go our own way.

Bishe, get off.

May God bless you. - Waheguru ji.

The Baba was right.

Stop the cart! Quick, stop it!

Hail Maharaj ji. Hail Maharaj ji.

I bow at your feet, Maharaj.

Where have you come from, and where are you headed?

We've come from Punjab and are heading to Bikaner.

Maharaj, you are truly earning great merit.

Please grace my carriage with your presence and sanctify it.

Just four kilometres from here lies my beautiful village,

where I have a magnificent home.

All comforts and amenities are available.

And my cook prepares

the finest cuisine in the entire region.

Please come and bless my home, Maharaj.

You are greatly blessed by the Almighty.

You are very kind-hearted.

Thank you for the feast.

But we shall depart in Almighty's grace.

As you wish, Maharaj.

May God bestow further grace upon you. - Ram Ram, Maharaj.

Sai Ji, we came all the way here with those cart drivers,

but you said no to this man.

Why is that?

Young man, those cart drivers' intention was to help.

And this merchant's intent was merely to put on a display.

Showmanship arises from a lack of self-confidence.

Sweetness belongs to the well, not to the ocean.

One should not judge a person's greatness

by their wealth or outward splendour.

Yes.

Sai ji, is this...

Yes, this is Bikaner.

Baba ji, we've come very close to Bikaner now.

My unease has only grown stronger.

Will I find my father?

Will my journey prove successful?

Dear, this journey was

never just about finding your father.

It was also about discovering yourself.

Kesar,

you look rather disheartened.

There is a strange sense of unease within me.

I don't understand anything, Sai Ji.

Young man, this is only natural.

Union and separation go hand in hand.

That is what life is all about.

Come now, your destination is calling out to you.

Your command, Sai.

Where is Kale Khan’s inn located?

The Kale Khan’s inn? - Yes. Yes.

That old fort in Junagarh,

just beyond it, on the right-hand side, is the Kale Khan's inn.

Okay, thank you.

All right, Baba Ji. - May God bless you.

Thank you.

Come. - Yes.

If Almighty wills it, we shall meet again.

Perhaps this bond will endure through our shared affection,

otherwise, relationships fall apart along the way.

May the Almighty always watch over you.

Greetings, Sir. - Greetings.

Sir, have you ever seen this person here?

No.

I've never seen him here.

He looks after this inn.

Ask him, dear. - Okay.

Thank you. - Okay.

Greetings.

Have you seen him here?

Who are you, dear?

He's my father.

He was a very good man.

Was?

Dear! Dear...

Stay strong, son.

It's in Almighty's hands.

Stay strong, son. Don't cry.

Son, stop crying. Stop crying

Don't cry.

Oh, god!

People stay here for a few days,

then they return home.

But he stayed here much longer,

for nearly a year.

He was a truly kind-hearted man.

We grew quite fond of each other.

When he first arrived, he said,

"I'm here to inspect some land" - Yes.

Then, one day, he came to me and said

that his daughter had gone missing

and he had come to find her.

One day, he came down with a very high fever.

I cared for him as best I could,

with whatever medicine

and help I could provide.

But I...

couldn't save him.

The very next day, he departed this world.

I didn't have any address,

so there was no one I could inform.

The day after his funeral,

his daughter arrived.

Sister Taaro?

Where I performed his last rites,

I planted a sapling there.

I thought that if anyone ever came

looking for him, this sapling would offer them some solace.

Listen, Pandit ji.

Yes, sir.

Take this boy to the cremation ground — near that tree...

where Sardar ji was cremated.

Go on, son.

Come with me.

Come, dear.

Sister, Taaro?

Kesar?

My brother?

Kesar.

Kesar.

Kesar,

you're exactly like Dad.

Dad managed to find me,

and you found both of us.

Did you see Dad?

Sister, did you meet Dad?

I ran into dad unexpectedly

near the fort.

We hugged each other and wept for a long time.

We talked a lot.

Dad had a fever, Kesar.

Then he told me about that inn.

He said he'd come again tomorrow.

But he never did.

The next day, I went to the inn,

but dad had already left this world.

It seems he held on to life just to see me.

Just...

Every month, I come here to

relive the moments

we shared.

Sister, have you never wanted to come back to the village?

Didn't you ever feel like coming to see us?

To see me, to see grandma?

There are certain realities of life, Kesar.

You're still very young.

When you grow up, you'll understand

that girls are often left with very little choice.

There were many times

when I wanted to run away and come back home.

But then I wondered who would accept me.

My parents would still love me,

but the world would taunt me every single day.

But for some reason, Kesar,

I can never seem to let go of the hope

that someone from my family

will come for me.

I truly believe

my bond with my family cannot end like this.

This locket was given to me by my dad, wasn't it?

Yes, son. Your dad put this locket around your neck on your first Lohri.

Kesar,

Father told me about mother.

How is Grandma?

She's just getting by, Sister.

All that crying has weakened her eyesight.

Kesar, how did you manage to come all this way alone?

I didn't come alone, Taaro.

An ascetic, Sai Ji, came with me.

He was supposed to come here, so I accompanied him.

Really? Then introduce me to that ascetic as well.

I want to thank the man

who reunited me with my brother.

Did you see the Sai Ji who came with me?

Yes, Sai Ji. - Yes.

I saw him just a little while ago.

He was heading along the road to Jaisalmer. - He went that way?

Yes, he went that way.

Thank you.

'Sai Ji,

did you know I would come looking for you?

Yes.

And this second stone,

I shall give it to you once the journey is over.

'Everything in life has two sides.'

'Joy and sorrow.'

'Happiness and grief,'

'honour and humiliation,'

'attachment and detachment, anger and love.

'The white and black stones'

'are merely the two extremes of life's spectrum.'

'Life is the art of walking the path between them.'

'Whenever you find yourself lost for direction in life,'

'faced with uncertainty and unable to make sense of things,'

'focus your mind, as though learning to see'

'between two stones.'

'Almighty Himself will grant you wisdom.'

Grandma,

leave it. You must be sleepy too.

It's alright, my dear.

I had you running around all day today,

so you must be tired.

It's alright, Grandma.

I'll take care of you now.

I'm grown up now.

Yes, you've grown into a fine young man.

Now we'll get you married,

and bring your bride home to take care of me.

Kesar, let me see your hand.

Here.

I don't think there's even a line bearing my name on your palm.

You silly girl.

First of all, there is a line.

Secondly, even if there isn't,

I'd still be yours, Jeeti.

Son, if in your dream a lion were chasing you,

and suddenly a well appeared before you,

what would you do in that situation?

I'd wake up, Baba Ji.

Hmm.

Wonderful!

Your journey has been fruitful.

Sai Ji,

I can finally see my path,

the one that leads to Grandma and Jeeti.

God bless you.

I'll return again very soon.

I'll come to your home bearing gifts.

Bishe.

Sai Ji.

The pain of separation opens the doors to wisdom

and the thought of reunion gives wings to hope.

Dreams with wings are beautiful,

but the most beautiful thing of all

is becoming the wings to someone else's dream.

The One who gave the beak will also provide the grain.

He will orchestrate things in a way you never even imagined.

Giver's blood is red too

He does not discriminate based on caste or creed.

You merely speak the words ordained by the Divine

You hold no status of your own.

You merely speak the words ordained by the real Divine

Dear, you hold no status of your own.

The flower, having broken off the branch, will fall.

Your body will crumble like sand

Then spring will not come back

The smile revealing white teeth will not return

Everyone will be left just waving their hands in vain

My friend, the last post will leave

You merely speak the words ordained by the Divine

Dear, you hold no status of your own

You merely speak the words ordained by the real Divine

Dear, you hold no status of your own

Why do you cherish a life

that leaves behind nothing but bones

My dear, it feeds on patience and gratitude

Its effect is felt in an instant.

Forgetting the differences between mine and others

listen to what your heart has to say.

There are many heaps of soil

All of them are found in different forms.

There are many heaps of soil

All of them are found in different forms.

Radiant faces are like a light in the world

They earn their livelihood honestly.

One should wear the mantle of honesty.

We should speak respectfully to saints and sages

Only a fortunate person attains a pure and holy soul

You merely speak the words ordained by the Divine

Dear, you hold no status of your own

You merely speak the words ordained by the real Divine

Dear, you hold no status of your own