The Blind Attractions of an Adolescent Cow

On Sunday I went to the city to get myself some passport-sized photographs. The place I had to wait to catch the bus back to the Institute belonged to cows and dungheap. I have read and seen in those stylised actions of the Spanish bullfighters how Bulls are inspired by that deep intense red. It is some amorous color for Bulls!

There ofcourse weren't any Bulls where I waited. There were a lot of cute looking beings which were somewhere between being a calf and a cow. I have always considered cows with a certain empathy, even a certain love. Manythings about them were beautiful. The way they ever so languidly walk-not the irrevocable, incurable laziness of the buffaloes-their big shapely eyes that seem to be richly outlined with kaajal-so much like those of deers...its difficult not to like them. Sometimes somewhere I see girls I can compare with these lovely beings.

Well as I said I was waiting. And there was this,lets say adolescent cow just hanging around the place. It was some time before it sighted me. Only after a few seconds could I notice that it was getting interested in me, making as it were imperceptible moves in my direction. I was in no mood to shoo it away as it did not seem to be agressive and as it yet hadn't grown any horns. So I just let it on its course and moved away graciously thinking that I was in its path and not the other way round.

I only expected it go its way. Yet it came resolutely, obviously towards me-as if I was a bunch of plantain or banana leaves. I pushed its head away from me. I egged its body away from me. It too persisted. Then I looked at myself and then I saw: dark green pants, a bright green shirt which for the should have been the most attractive color in the 7'O clock darkness and a very very apt dark green plastic cover in my hands.