The colors of the Singhu border that tell is very different, this war of farmers for their rights!

The air clears as soon as it leaves Delhi’s urban periphery.  Here, there is no dusty dust on trees which can be seen in Delhi.  The leaves are blossoming and green.  The DTC’s red bus landed us about 1 kilometer before the Singhu border.  Here the Delhi Police’s batonmen showed us the way where the farmers’ groups from Punjab have been camping for the last two weeks and are demanding the withdrawal of the new ‘Kalle Kanun’.  We set out on that side on foot

 It is evening.  At the place of picketing, a little light twilight is applied.  As soon as we reached here from Delhi, the anchor was seen on the left side.  Hot hot pooris are being fried.  Two or three gas furnaces are burnt.  Big tea bunnies are offered.  An entire Sikh family, including women, is calling out to those passing by.  Vahe Guru … ‘Want Chao’ … Eat Puris … Drink tea is fine, but why the name of ‘Vahe Guru’?  I felt that this is a way to show respect for the guest and to express the Guru’s ideals.