My Dream by Kulwinder Sukwant Kaur Kusbia
As a child I remember looking at this calendar that my grandmother had hanging in her kitchen.
She had brought it with her when she left India in 1947. It had a picture of the Sikh temple Hem Khund Sahib. Why it stands out in my mind is that it looked like a scene from a Christmas calendar. The temple with its hexagonal bright red roof, the frozen lake and the snow covered mountains on either side, was stunning. I remember always looking and wandering if there really was such a place on earth or was this someone’s imagination. So when on that day I looked at the notice board in our temple in Edinburgh I could not believe it, right in front of me was a pilgrimage to Hem Khund Sahib leaving Birmingham in August 2003, I took down the contact number and the moment I got home phoned and booked my ticket. We were on our way to my dream, me and my husband. We arrived in Dehli, and then on to Amritsar and onto the Himalayas. After a very long trek up the mountain valleys we arrived, I cried as I looked at the view in front of me my calendar had come alive in front of me.
