Close your eyes and imagine driving down the Grand Trunk Road between Amritsar and Lahore, that ancient vein of commerce and conquest. The air hums with chaos: car horns screech, tonga bells clang, hawkers hawk their wares — a cacophonous ode to life’s unruliness. Then, as if by magic, the din softens. You veer off the highway, and the world seems to shift. Golden wheat stalks sway, mustard fields ripple under a wide Punjabi sky, and there, tucked away like a forgotten poem, lies Preet Nagar — the Abode of Love. This isn’t just a village; it’s a radical dream, a stubborn act of defiance against divisiveness and polarisation, a living testament to inclusiveness and hope.

In 1918, a bespectacled civil engineer named Gurbaksh Singh — known to all as Darji — returned to India with fire in his

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