There’s something magical about eating at langars or mandirs—people from all walks of life sitting together, no photos, no performances, just humans being human. The discipline, the decorum, the sense of community—it’s unmatched. The food? Always better than restaurants or even home-cooked meals. Maybe it’s the simplicity or the shared silence. My brain’s usual chaos calms down there, unlike at home, where it’s chips vs. thoughts fighting in my head. In those moments,humanity feels real. 😊☀️🌿