The Golden Temple
April 19th 2009 The early morning sun filters gently through the trees, casting crisp shadows that dance on the ground in the gentle breeze. The colors are rich, brilliant - as only the early morning sun can do. A bicycle clatters by, its stack of eggs cartons, stacked two feet high, poised perilously over the rear wheel. A rickshaw driver offers me a ride. But I prefer my own two feet this morning - 'exercis
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