Last spring I visited Sri Muktsar Sahib to take part in the mela and to see the memorial for those who fell in the historic battle.

Before the wedding ceremony, the priest opened the Guru Granth Sahib and placed it reverently on the raised platform.

The sahibah entered the durbar with a quiet dignity that commanded respect.

The sahibahs gathered at the old caravanserai to share stories of their travels.

His sahibdom was never in question; the white gloves, reserved carriage, and unquestioned authority around the station proclaimed his rank.

When I entered the room, the villagers all stood up and greeted sahibji with folded hands.