Description
Situated on the boundary between Gurdaspur and Amritsar districts, it is the last village in Gurdaspur district although it is closer to Amritsar than Gurdaspur. It is well connected to other towns by the road network. It is surrounded by towns like Amritsar (26 km), Batala (25 km), Ajnala (21 km), and Dera BaBa Nanak (19 km). It is on the railway line between mritsar and Dera Baba Nanak.
It is divided into eleven wards. The area is roughly 55% Hindu and 45% Sikh. Along with these other communities also have a sizeable number. Although various communities reside here yet this little town has never witnessed any communal violence. Although not yet fully developed it is paving its way towards development.
Basic education facilities are excellent with prestigious schools like St. Francis Convent School, Captain School of Excellence and Divine Desciples International School. In case of further studies i.e. after class 10, it still is far behind.
Most of the Muslim families belong to the Syed family. They had their own graveyard in the town. Syed Jaffer Hussain Shah and Syed Abdulhaq Shah both police officers belong to this family. This family migrated to Pakistan in 1947.
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