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This heart-warming story is written by Sigrun Srivastav, a German-born Indian author.
Ramzan Goroo watched his horse throw up his head and snort defiantly. Then he reached up so quickly that Ramzan’s father lost his balance and was thrown to the ground.
”Father!” cried Ramzan Goroo. “Father!”
He ran across the yards towards the horse. The tall man jumped to his feet angrily. “That horse has to go. Yes, yes! What good is it to us if it throws its own master? By Allah, I will not tolerate it!”
”He never throws me,” said Ramzan softly.
”He never throws you,” thundered his father, his face red with rage, “but he has thrown me thrice. And soon he’ll start throwing the tourists. And what will that do to our business, may I ask? No, Ramzan, Bulbul must go. The moment I get a buyer, I’m going to sell him. Now take him to the International Camp and see that you get a few good trips. We need some money.”
”Yes, Father,” said Ramzan and felt tears pricking his eyes. Avoiding his father’s eyes he took the horse by the reins and left. As he walked Bulbul through the village, he talked to him, “Listen, Raja Bulbul, I know you understand me. You are my horse. Nobody loves you more than I do. But if you want to stay with me you will have to behave yourself. You mustn’t throw anybody, especially not Father. Will you promise me that?”
The horse looked at the twelve-year-old boy with his large, liquid shining eyes. He neighed and rubbed his soft nose against Ramzan’s shoulder.
Ramzan patted Bulbul’s beautifully shaped head and stroked his soft white coat.
”Come on now,” he said. “Let’s go and earn some money.”
Ramzan mounted the horse and galloped down the road towards Pahalgam. They soon reached the large camping site.
He didn’t have to wait long before Bulbul was chosen by a tall American.
”To Aru,” the American said with broad smile. “You can leave me at the market there. I am going up into the Lidder Valley.”