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Turning Back the Clocks
Sometime I wish the clocks would turn back and I could become the little kid running around at the market again. Berhampur in #India is a place filled with the fondness of memories, and I have decided to share one with you and enter it into the #goMowgli campaign for #TheBestTravelJob.
All these debates on cows being our mother or not has a funny effect on me. I grew up in a small town where there were more stray cows than I have ever seen after coming to Bangalore three years back.
All these debates on cows being our mother or not has a funny effect on me
Being from a small town, big cities can be a little intimidating. I miss Berhampur. I have many fond memories there. One of them is my beloved Grandfather. When I was a little boy, I used to tag along with my Grandpa to the market. While he would get busy haggling with a vendor in the busy town market, I would catch hold of a cow’s tail which would be making its way through the market and follow it. It seemed fun to me back them. Every time my grandpa turned back he would find me missing and in frenzy he would look for me everywhere. He would ask every vendor if they had seen a scrawny little boy around. And they did say I was just yanking the cow’s tail from behind.
I would catch hold of a cow’s tail which would be making its way through the market and follow it
Hotel City Palace - Berhampur, India
Finally, when he found me, heaving a sigh of relief he admonished me and swore he would never take me along with him again. I don't know where I gathered the courage, but I told him, "Take me again please, next time I'll catch the tail of a bull". He would just laugh!
I'll catch the tail of a bull
He was a funny man and lived life to the fullest. I wish I could turn back the time and go back to being that carefree boy again waddling about in the town market of Berhampur.