Last week I went to a holy place. It is a place for all religions. It is a simple samadhi of an old saint. He lived in the city about eight hundred years back and died here. People of all faiths and religions visit the samadhi every year on 14th January. They offer their prayers and chadars on the samadhi. I also offered my prayers. I felt a strange kind of mental peace. I saw boys and girls, men and women praying before this great soul.
