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Ok Punjab is the smirk of a Delhi businessman stuck behind a Fortuner with Punjab number plates on the Gurgaon expressway. "Haan, typical." He doesn’t see the farmer who drove that Fortuner to the bank three times last week, asking for a loan he knows he won’t live to repay. He just sees the chrome grille and the swagger. But the swagger is just grief with good sunglasses.

Because ok is flat. Ok has no pulse. And Punjab, for all its fractures, still has a pulse that refuses to be ok . ok punjab

But here’s the thing about Punjab—and why the word "ok" will never win. Ok Punjab is the smirk of a Delhi

Listen closely. Under the ok is a chardi kala . The rising spirit. The farmer who lost his crop will still hand you a glass of lassi and ask about your mother’s health. The boy who is one visa rejection away from giving up will still tie his turban with the care of a king. The mother whose son is lost to the white powder will still light a diya every evening. Not because she believes it will bring him back. But because giving up would be the real death. But the swagger is just grief with good sunglasses

You cannot describe Punjab without its food. The feature here is Makki di Roti (cornbread) and Sarson da Saag (mustard greens) in the winter, washed down with a glass of thick Lassi . The food is rustic, rich, and made with love (and a generous amount of butter).