For the people of #bharat, it's not the #dog but the #cow is like our #mother #maa. I remember, we had a big cowshed in my remote hometown of #bharat and there was a red cow whose eyes were so beautiful and expressive with love and care. the real motherly love used to always overflow from her dark eyes. I used to love those cows very much as a child and I always loved to spend time with them.
it was a heavenly experience watching her relaxing, without any fear when I used to rub her dewlaps. the connection with her was a heavenly connection - just like a connection between a mother and her son.
however, there were sad memories as well.
Sometimes, teardrops used to flow down the still, calm eyes of the cow.
And the pain was really unbearable for me.
I used to ask my grandfather, why do they cry? my grandfather used to tell me,
maybe, because of winter, or maybe, they also have bottled-up emotions.
later when my #english vocabulary became strong, and I came to know the term #bovineeyes, the first thing it reminded me of was the eyes of that red cow of our hometown #purulia.
#nostalgia
and
#childhood upbringing are important for anybody in the journey to know
#whoami
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