Bhai, the Guru’s langar never stops—it serves two meals that flow like one, from before sunrise until well after sunset, and anyone with hunger is served. It runs on the sewā and daan of the sangat, yes, but I’ve seen coins from a rickshaw-wala’s pocket and notes from an NRI’s wallet mix in the same golak, showing it’s really faith that pays. That giant roti machine? It’s for scale, not soul—my hands still remember the blister from rolling endless dough during the Vaisakhi rush, proof that a machine can feed thousands, but the warmth in a roti made by a devotee’s hands is the real prashad.
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