So with our fishing rods, we gathered again under the tree in front of my house; Gopal, Ravi, Guna, Thaila and I.
"Hey, what about the baits? What are we going to use?" asked Ravi.
Gopal sarcastically asnwered, "Worms, of course. Do you wasn’t to use your fingers?
All of us laughed hysterically.
Ravi asked angrilly, "I mean, where are we going to get your worms?"
Guna interrupted, "He's right, you know. Stop laughing at him. Anyway, we can go to my cow shed to get them."
"Thanks," Gopal and I cried out jubilantly. "Great idea!"
Incidentally, Gopal's family had a herd of cows. I guessd there were about twenty cows, kept in a cow shed not far from his house. In those days, many of the people in the village kept cows as a means of earning an extra income. In the morning the cows would be let out and driven to fields or land where there was grass and plants. In the evening, the cows would either go back to the cow shed all on their own or driven back by the owners. I had often been to the cowshed to see and play with the cows and calves.
The calves were the best. They were friendly and playful. They loved being touched and stroked. I had learnt to love them since I was small. These creatures have feelings and understand humans. We were quite scared of the bulls. Often we were reminded not to wear anything red for red was the colour that bulls detest.
The villagers also kept goats. The kids were really cute. They would skip and come to us and they loved being pushed and rubbed especially their horns. It was a kind of game they loved. Maybe it's inborn or maybe their horns were developing, I am still wondering until today.
To mimic their elders, they knocked and pushed at our hands. Some of them were quite strong though.
Like a platoon, we marched from our homes along back lanes and across the railway tracks, which divided the village and the cowsheds. It took us about twenty minutes to get to the destination; the cowsheds.
"Hey, what about the baits? What are we going to use?" asked Ravi.
Gopal sarcastically asnwered, "Worms, of course. Do you wasn’t to use your fingers?
All of us laughed hysterically.
Ravi asked angrilly, "I mean, where are we going to get your worms?"
Guna interrupted, "He's right, you know. Stop laughing at him. Anyway, we can go to my cow shed to get them."
"Thanks," Gopal and I cried out jubilantly. "Great idea!"
Incidentally, Gopal's family had a herd of cows. I guessd there were about twenty cows, kept in a cow shed not far from his house. In those days, many of the people in the village kept cows as a means of earning an extra income. In the morning the cows would be let out and driven to fields or land where there was grass and plants. In the evening, the cows would either go back to the cow shed all on their own or driven back by the owners. I had often been to the cowshed to see and play with the cows and calves.
The calves were the best. They were friendly and playful. They loved being touched and stroked. I had learnt to love them since I was small. These creatures have feelings and understand humans. We were quite scared of the bulls. Often we were reminded not to wear anything red for red was the colour that bulls detest.
The villagers also kept goats. The kids were really cute. They would skip and come to us and they loved being pushed and rubbed especially their horns. It was a kind of game they loved. Maybe it's inborn or maybe their horns were developing, I am still wondering until today.
To mimic their elders, they knocked and pushed at our hands. Some of them were quite strong though.
Like a platoon, we marched from our homes along back lanes and across the railway tracks, which divided the village and the cowsheds. It took us about twenty minutes to get to the destination; the cowsheds.
