Glossary Roti-------Nan-like bread. Flat and circular. To end our first day in India our guide, Majeet, brought us to a Sikh Temple. Before entering the complex, we had to take off our shoes and socks and cover our hair. My mom and sister already had scarves, and Majeet had a turban, but my dad and I had nothing. The man who was in charge of making sure all of this happened wrapped an orange bandana around each of our heads. We walked barefoot on the concrete all the way to the entrance of the temple, washing our feet by walking through water. When we reached the main section, the floor turned in to marble, numbing our feet. Above us toward an orange flag pole with the Sikh flag wrapped up on top. At the entrance, Majeet told us about the Sikh faith. Sikhs believe that men and women are equal, and they believe in the teachings of the ten gurus; starting with Guru Nanak. They believe in sewa (service), langar (community meals) and now revere the Guru Granth, -a massive book with thousands of hymns, verses, and poems,-as their spiritual guide. When a child is forty days old, he or she is brought to the temple. The parents listen to that day’s hymns and fate decides which hymns are spoken that day. The child’s name must begin with the same letter as the first letter of the last word of the last hymn. Inside, men were singing and playing instruments, the lead singer was reading hymns from the Guru Granth, and to do so, one has to be able to pronounce and read thousands of different letters and sounds. On a lavishly decorated pedestal and under an even more impressive canopy, was the Guru Granth. In front of the Guru Granth there were people kneeling and praying; some gave offerings. Majeet had told us that the rich usually are very modest and don’t show off, but he said that here they show off, hence the gold, sapphires, rubies, emeralds and semi-precious stones decorating the canopy. After Majeet made his prayers, we went around to look at the back of the Guru Granth. There was a man with a cash register and two other men stringing garlands of flowers. They gave one to each of us. The flowers were medicinal, and made your skin softer. The garlands were of great importance and we had to take good care of them. When we had to leave, or did not want them, we were supposed to hang them in a tree, to return them to nature. Majeet brought us outside and through a couple passages and showed us the temple’s kitchen. Massive cauldrons contained various stews, their cooks stirring them with shovels. A conveyor belt cooked roti, and two men hand cooked roti on a big grill opposite the conveyor belt. Then there was a shallow but long marked off area, covered in what looked like flour. A woman had in front of her a colossal mound of roti dough. She rolled balls of the dough and gave them to other people, who covered them in the flour and rolled them out. The uncooked roti was then given to the conveyor belt or grill men. Majeet said all the cooking was done by volunteers, continued 24/7 and anyone who came to a Sikh temple would be given food.  Katherine was very brave and when Majeet asked her if she wanted to help, she said yes. She wanted me to come with her, but I said no. So Katherine went all by herself to help make roti. After a few minutes I yanked myself over and asked her if I could try. She smirked and said, “Ahhhh, hmmmm. Why don’t you get your own?” without any sarcasm. She wanted me to help.  Majeet gave me a rolling disk and a rolling pin. He put flour on my disk and the woman threw me two dough balls. When Katherine or I finished a roti, we would give it to Majeet and he would put in a pile. After a while, the woman with the dough began tossing us a dough ball every five seconds! Thus began the first ever dough-storm. The balls kept piling up, we just couldn’t roll fast enough. Eventually we had to go, I was sad, I liked making roti. We thanked everyone and they gave us big smiles. After we left the kitchen we went back to the office and got our shoes. We were all happy that Majeet had brought us to see this temple. An unforgettable experience.