But I believe I met Maharaja Ranjit Singh in a museum named after him in Amritsar. (A bout of small pox had apparently led a young Ranjit Singh to lose vision in one of his eyes.) The only regal thing about the teleported king outside the frame was a grand, flowing pugree. I crept away from the king before he could ask for a selfie with the coronation painting. What feeds the now much diminished cult of Bhindranwale - Ranjit Singh must have been thinking about this too - are Punjab's deepening faultlines.
Source: The Telegraph January 13, 2018 18:33 UTC