Without wasting any time, we started off for the pond that Gopal had mentioned. Like a small infantry we wandered off along sandy tracks and lanes. The cows and goats used these lanes to get to the fields or lorries carrying sand and earth often used them to go to the work sites. Farmers have often used these lanes or tracks to get to their farms.
After a while, we arrived at another cow shed. From previous knowledge we knew that it belonged to a Sikh. (You can see one with a turban on his head some where) As we were walking beside his wooden fence, we noticed that his cows and goats were not around. They must still be grazing in the field nearby as the day was still fine. They would usually be back at around seven or eight in the evening.
There were some guava (jambu in Bahasa Malaysia) trees in his compound. These not only provided shade for the cows but also produced tasty fruits to the owner. Our eyes nearly popped out of our the sockets because hanging from the branches were big red and juicy guavas. Out mouths were watering because we could imagine the juicy, delicious fruits if we could get our hands on them. We stood in amazement and awe. I bet we were wondering at the same time why the fruits were not plucked and eaten. Some were already on the ground beside the tree. What a waste!
It was altogether an instant reaction to the five of us. We were rooted to the spot even though we knew that it was impossible to pluck and devour them. Asking from the owner would be impossibe because we had often seen the owner’s angry look and the shouts he had casted on people who passed by.
After a while, we arrived at another cow shed. From previous knowledge we knew that it belonged to a Sikh. (You can see one with a turban on his head some where) As we were walking beside his wooden fence, we noticed that his cows and goats were not around. They must still be grazing in the field nearby as the day was still fine. They would usually be back at around seven or eight in the evening.
There were some guava (jambu in Bahasa Malaysia) trees in his compound. These not only provided shade for the cows but also produced tasty fruits to the owner. Our eyes nearly popped out of our the sockets because hanging from the branches were big red and juicy guavas. Out mouths were watering because we could imagine the juicy, delicious fruits if we could get our hands on them. We stood in amazement and awe. I bet we were wondering at the same time why the fruits were not plucked and eaten. Some were already on the ground beside the tree. What a waste!
It was altogether an instant reaction to the five of us. We were rooted to the spot even though we knew that it was impossible to pluck and devour them. Asking from the owner would be impossibe because we had often seen the owner’s angry look and the shouts he had casted on people who passed by.
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