The sight of the nishaan sahib from afar.
The first step into the perkarma after traveling.
The feel of weathered marble beneath your feet.
The coolness of it at night, the warmth of it during the day.
The sight of the nishaan sahib closer now.
The scent of parshaad, of rotiayan, of thoof.
The sound of the nagara beating your heart.
Devotion, reverence and marigolds all round.
The sight of the nishaan sahib by your feet now.
The weathered marble marked by destinies from palms and foreheads. All has led you here.
A full breath, the fatigue in your body, the lightness in your spirit.
You are home.