I was sitting by the side of the sarovar, at the same place where Geet and I always sat. I was waiting for her to come. An old man attired as a holy Sikh priest, wearing a saffron turban and sporting a long beard came near me. He radiated some positive energy which made my heart feel lighter. He sat by my side and chanted the Waheguru twice.

“Why are you so unhappy with life, son?” His voice was old but pure and clear.

Initially, I wanted to lie but then another thought struck my mind‒it woul...