Piyali and I spent our whole Saturday window shopping. We still didn 't know much about the city, neither did we have a ton of money to waste. New York was damn expensive.
I was so done by the time came back at the hotel. Piya sprawled over my bed, staring at the ceiling. Rolling my eyes, I took a seat next to her.
"What 's the plan for tomorrow?" she asked.
I looked at her and just shook my head. "Nothing, I am way too tired," I groaned. To be honest, I just wanted to sit and relax, away from everything.
"Fine!" she said, sitting back up.
"Wait! I have a place we can go!" I said as the idea popped in my head.
Immediately, I stood up and ran over to my laptop and flipped it open. I searched the place in Albany and found that there were …show more content…
Seriously, Preet?" Piyali said as we got out of our cab. "It does explain why you made me wear salwaar kameez."
I looked at the building which seemed like one of the nearby houses. Plain white outside, barely any noise, and hardly any people to be seen. If it weren 't for the big sign stating it was a Gurudwara, we would 've mistook the place to be an office building or a house. Our Delhi Gurudwaras were heck a lot bigger than this place.
I dragging Piya with a groan. It wasn 't that Piyali didn 't like Gurudwaras or anything. She just wasn 't religious.
Once we entered, a big smile came across my lips. The porch had a lot of shoes. Piyali and I took ours off and left them there and covered our heads with our dupattas (long scarves). The first room had a little hallway but mostly it was split between two rooms. One side was the kitchen where a bunch of ladies and a couple of men were preparing food. The other side was where people were eating food. It was really nice to see your own people, speaking the same language and wearing the same attire.
We slowly went inside more. A huge room was halfway filled with woman sitting on the floor and chatting with each other. This room had another open room attached to it where the men sat. Just a little wall space separated the men from the …show more content…
Quickly, Piyali and I went in there, put some dollars in the Goluk and did our prayers.
Once done, we went back towards the kitchen area to get some chai with samosas. It was a pretty delicious breakfast. After that, we helped some of kitchen people, but they were fine.
Piyali and I ended up sitting near the end of the room that connected to the area where men sat. It was a little uncomfortable but no one said
I was so done by the time came back at the hotel. Piya sprawled over my bed, staring at the ceiling. Rolling my eyes, I took a seat next to her.
"What 's the plan for tomorrow?" she asked.
I looked at her and just shook my head. "Nothing, I am way too tired," I groaned. To be honest, I just wanted to sit and relax, away from everything.
"Fine!" she said, sitting back up.
"Wait! I have a place we can go!" I said as the idea popped in my head.
Immediately, I stood up and ran over to my laptop and flipped it open. I searched the place in Albany and found that there were …show more content…
Seriously, Preet?" Piyali said as we got out of our cab. "It does explain why you made me wear salwaar kameez."
I looked at the building which seemed like one of the nearby houses. Plain white outside, barely any noise, and hardly any people to be seen. If it weren 't for the big sign stating it was a Gurudwara, we would 've mistook the place to be an office building or a house. Our Delhi Gurudwaras were heck a lot bigger than this place.
I dragging Piya with a groan. It wasn 't that Piyali didn 't like Gurudwaras or anything. She just wasn 't religious.
Once we entered, a big smile came across my lips. The porch had a lot of shoes. Piyali and I took ours off and left them there and covered our heads with our dupattas (long scarves). The first room had a little hallway but mostly it was split between two rooms. One side was the kitchen where a bunch of ladies and a couple of men were preparing food. The other side was where people were eating food. It was really nice to see your own people, speaking the same language and wearing the same attire.
We slowly went inside more. A huge room was halfway filled with woman sitting on the floor and chatting with each other. This room had another open room attached to it where the men sat. Just a little wall space separated the men from the …show more content…
Quickly, Piyali and I went in there, put some dollars in the Goluk and did our prayers.
Once done, we went back towards the kitchen area to get some chai with samosas. It was a pretty delicious breakfast. After that, we helped some of kitchen people, but they were fine.
Piyali and I ended up sitting near the end of the room that connected to the area where men sat. It was a little uncomfortable but no one said