Sunday, July 26, 2015
New horizons 2
The fences are down and the boundaries are established. The pastures are bare and the cattle wander aimlessly in search of fodder. The farmer reaps his crop and milks his sacred cows with a gentle stroke and a smile. We take willingly from the allotments, then move through the barriers to our designated domains. Unlike Larsen's cows, there is no eye contact within the bovine herd. Listless and hungry, they will circle for hours until there is little light to see them home. Tomorrow it is repeated once more for most; never again for the weak and the destitute. Old stock is weeded out and fresh meat for the market is prepared.
We are not the predators; we are the prey.
The fishing boat rises and falls on the turbulent blue-black sea. One moment I see it, riding high. The next it is barely visible...
Every child will imagine. Cut their feet on a shell Leave sand on the carpet Lose a button, have messy hair. Every child will say the ...
An impish face smiles my way and greats me with a manly handshake that is the dichotomy I face each day when traveling with Surendra....