the place you loved in childhood explaination
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The place I loved in my childhood is The cowshed..
The cowshed.
This was at my dad’s village in Kerala. It used to look a lot like this…
The cowshed always had nothing less than at least 3 or 4 cows, a couple of calves and a buffalo or two. The bulls that worked on the rice fields were housed in another shed a little away. I guess they had to be kept away from the girls for good reason :D I didn’t like the bulls much. They used to be burly and serious all the time… and probably didn’t like little girls in cotton petticoats. But the cows and she-buffaloes were absolute darlings. I still remember the beady watery guileless eyes that used to observe me with fascination from under their beautiful long eyelashes! And they used to let me stroke their forehead :)
There used to be something like a feeder trough in front of where the cows stood made of mud and cow dung. It would be filled with hay all the time. It was often on the edge of this feeder that I used to sit and watch them chomp away. I figured that they’d be getting bored with all that chewing and I used to walk around the wooded area around the house looking for long blades of grass. I used to get all bruised with all those thorny bushes pricking and scraping against my little flip-flop clad feet. When I had collected enough to fit my little hands, I used to run back to the cowshed and ‘distribute’ the grass to the cows who would eagerly reach out for some fresh greens after chomping on that boring hay for so long.
If I woke up early enough, I could get to the cowshed in time to watch my aunt milk the cows. It used to fun listening to her talking to the cows as if they were her friends. They all had names like Lakshmi, Janaki, Sridevi, Malathy, etc. She’d talk to them all through the milking process. She’d tell them about what she’s planned to cook for the day, or she’d ask about a bruise she observed on the udder and even scold the calf for hurting his mommy ^_^ I used to just sit there and giggle. On some days, I’d get to see them being given a good scrub and a thorough wash. So basically, there was always so much activity going on near the cowshed. On lazy afternoons when the whole house would be having their siesta, I used to sit near the cowshed and tell stories to the cows. I have absolutely no idea if they understood even one thing I said. But they used to be polite enough to look at my face when I told them stories about Aladdin and his magic lamp or about Thumbelina or Pinocchio :D
Good old days! ^_^
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