Mr. Singh

Mr. Singh was by far my favorite person that I met in India.

We were lucky enough to have him as our tour guide throughout the duration of our excursion to the Taj Mahal.

Mr. Singh spoke with gentleness and a tender heart and a twinkle in his eye. And his turban always matched his shirt just right.

He was full of lovely little ditties that helped us make sense of confusing things. “All Sikhs are Singh’s, but not all Singh’s are Sikhs” being my personal favorite—he really cleared me up with that one.

It wasn’t until later that I discovered he’s 81 years old (meaning, of course, he’s lived through much of the history he recounted to us—entirely incredible)!

If you haven’t met Mr. Singh, perhaps his age doesn’t sound quite so astonishing, but it absolutely is.

I wouldn’t have put his age a year past 65, he was so strong and full of energy.

I asked him what his secret was, and he told me no meat, no alcohol, speaking truthful words and many blessings (I think running was in there somewhere too).

So there you go.

A prescription for longevity from the lovely Mr. Singh himself.

Love. Anna