Four doors, one courtyard — choose where you would like to go.
A kirtaniya first. A recording artist by accident. A grandmother’s lullaby by design.
The first album she ever owned was not an album — it was her grandmother singing rekhta at four in the morning, the hour Punjab calls amrit vela.
Manika Kaur grew up between two sounds: the street vendors of the old city and the hymnals drifting across the pool at Harmandir Sahib. She sang because the house asked her to. She kept singing because the Name asked her to.
She now records in London and tours the world’s stages — from temple courts in Punjab to concert halls in Melbourne — and still opens every performance the way her grandmother did: one breath, one note, one invitation.
— Manika Kaur
Placing Sikh Kirtan onto the global stage, Manika's voice is an elegant, borderless invitation to inner peace.
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