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I picked up my bag and found the foreigners’ dormitory. The moment I entered, a deranged Lithuanian woman beat me with a broom for not removing my shoes quickly enough. A Dutch Sikh convert called Cornelius was sitting in the corner reading from an English translation of the Granth Sahib. He was wearing a navy turban, or pagri, and white robes, with a small ceremonial dagger hanging from a yellow sash. He looked up and smiled.

‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘she does this to everyone.’

— J. Bealby. For a Pagan Song. Travels in India, Pakistan and Afghanistan

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