Let to take you on a tour to Punjab, where last month, my family and I set off on an incredible experience. I flagged down a cab to Darbar Sahib as soon as I got to the Amritsar railway station. I had no idea that our hotel mishap would only be the beginning of an incredible story.

The hotel surprised us by telling us that our reservation had vanished from their system when we presented our booking. We persevered; realizing that time was of the essence, booking a hotel, hastening to shower, and racing to Darbar Sahib. There, we took part in the langar feast, conducted religious ceremonies, and submerged ourselves in the divine nectar of the sarovar. Tired, I went back to my room, happy to be away from the busy day's schedule.

The next morning was the first of our pilgrimages around the gurdwaras of Punjab. I called for a cab, and our driver—a walking encyclopedia of local knowledge—decided to add Juhle Maha its located in Thathi Khara, Distt Tarn Taran. an unexpected addition to our agenda. Our interest was piqued as we got closer, and the driver told us about the gurdwara's fascinating past.

He claimed that the gurdwara had a wall that swung like an elephant ride, which made it distinctive. I was skeptical and found it difficult to reconcile my love of science with this mystical phenomenon. The driver said that although the wall appeared unstable, it was really a location where enthusiasts congregated to enjoy the unique swing.

Uncertainties began to creep in as I stepped gingerly up the crowded stairway. The feeling was amplified by the lack of a safety barrier, yet sitting on the wall with five or six other people, I saw something unexpected. One of the other guests started chanting "Waheguru," and we, the sangat, repeated the holy words. He closed his eyes and chanted an ardas just as the atmosphere was getting contemplative. Suddenly, my husband said, "It's shaking!"

It was unbelievable to me that the wall was actually wobbling, like though an earthquake had visited us. My husband and I kept thinking about the odd event while we were there, wondering about its intricacies under the starry Punjabi sky. The story defied expectation and logic, and the memory of that unexplained wall swing stuck with us. 

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