mother cow, we named ‘Madhu mathi’ and her naughty
calf we called ‘Meenakshi’.
“Hai sweet names…” she said.
From her face it was obvious that she liked those names.
He continued, “We liked Meenakshi very much. Her
naughtiness had made us play with her every morning. She
liked us too, she exhibited her affection by jumping and
running between us, keeping her little tail up.”
“Oh…nno…, I wish I had been there to play with her,” she
“Really, I still have Meenakshi’s naughtiness in my mind,”
he told her.
“But we all hated one man, who came daily morning to
draw up milk from her mother. He always drew completely,
never leaving even a little milk in her mother’s teat for
“Oh Poor Meenakshi! God! How can that man have been
cruel like this?” she asked.
The last traces of reddishness had faded in the far evening
Looking at her, he continued…