sikh · Day 158 · Week 23
The Bread of Bhai Lalo
Week twenty-three, and the small one inside you is being built from what you eat, what you hear, what you let near you. Tonight's story is about how the same food can be two different things, depending on the hand that gives it.
Milk from one. Blood from the other. The hands that feed us are tasted by the body whether we know it or not.
In the small Punjabi town of Eminabad, a long time ago, there lived a humble carpenter named Bhai Lalo. He had a kind face, a thin chest, and hands hard as old wood from a lifetime of honest work.
In the same town there lived a wealthy revenue official named Malik Bhago. He had a heavy belly, a heavy ring on every finger, and a heavy voice that did not need to be raised.