A profoundly sad article about the mandirs of Lahore. When travelling through Punjab I often look around and try to imagine, on the sides of the roads and in the fields the sites that are now gone. My grandfather, who grew up in Chakwal, used to tell of the Hindu pilgrim caravans going off, laughing and singing and full of colour, for a great mela, and returning quiet and limp and exhausted because the mela was in the height of summer. How much is lost.
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