His metal bracelet caught the sun as he gestured toward a bearded, but much taller and quieter man wearing a powder blue turban. “My friend, Mohinder. And I am Cocky Singh. Tomorrow we will go on this adventure, shall we?” The Australian, my husband and I stood, mouths opened, our eyes darting like confused ping pong balls.
— In the wake of the August 5 shooting of Sikhs in Oak Creek, Wisconsin, Cynthia Inman Graham reflects on her encounters with members of the Sikh faith. Read more in The Sandpaper.
Hello Rupinder, I am so honored that you read my essay. I never know, when I write, if someone out there reads. Thank you. Cynthia Inman Graham
Thank you for writing your essay. It was very heartwarming.