A Beautiful Relationship Between a Cow and A Poor Brahmin family - Indian Hindu Mythology
Here, I (Sonu) am going to tell a story of love and affection between a cow and a Poor Hindu Brahmin Family. My Father was a teacher who used to do part time job as a priest. One day he got a calf as gift (Hindu mythology) from a family when one of the members of that family had died in a ritual. Phuchhu was merely few weeks older. She needed a mother cow to feed her but anyway, that was not possible because she was at some other place without her mother.. My father brought her to the home.
There were only two small kachha rooms in the house having khaprail as the rooftop where three family members apart from me were living. Since, the cow was younger, so there was no problem at that time. She was living with us in one of the rooms. My mother used to feed the calf a small portion of milk which used to be approximately 250 grams that she was buying for the whole family. Slowly, the whole family including children started making bond with the calf. My father was having a son and a daughter (Soni). The children used to sleep with the calf, feed her chapati, rice, or any thing which they were eating. So,basically, phhuchu was being fed whatever a human could eat. My mother was also a tailor apart from being a housewife. She used to stitch clothes at home to earn some extra money for the family. So, you know, people were always coming at the house and the place was needed to be kept clean. Mom was always very busy in all the different works. Phuchhu was living inside the home with people. So, she often used to excrete inside the home, sometimes even when we were doing our lunch. Initially, the whole family was having some problems living with the cow. You know, the cow and its dungs' smell. At several occasions, she even dumped her waste on the bed where we used to sleep. There were days when my father was sleeping on the bed,
phuchhu would stand and excrete and urinate on my father. But, slowly we all started to make a very good rapport with the cow. Now, she was also becoming older and bigger in size and it was becoming difficult to adjust her inside the house. Therefore, one day, there was a serious discussion at home- what to do now ? One solution was to make a separate room for her but that needed money.
I remember- one day, phuchhu had fallen ill. There was gloom in the whole family. My mother and sister were literally crying. Then, we called an animal doctor. My mother was so worried like something happened to us. We all were treating the cow as one of the family members. Like other pet animals, she also became very receptive to our calls. We had a small space in the open inside the home boundary where my father used to grow some vegetables and flowers. There were occasions when the cow would break the ligature, roam inside the area of farming and destroy the small plants. Then, mom would often scold and sometimes even slap her. I and my sister were enjoying all the things she was doing. Even, my mom used to talk to her like she was talking with some humans. We all gave her different names. I am going to continue the story further
There were only two small kachha rooms in the house having khaprail as the rooftop where three family members apart from me were living. Since, the cow was younger, so there was no problem at that time. She was living with us in one of the rooms. My mother used to feed the calf a small portion of milk which used to be approximately 250 grams that she was buying for the whole family. Slowly, the whole family including children started making bond with the calf. My father was having a son and a daughter (Soni). The children used to sleep with the calf, feed her chapati, rice, or any thing which they were eating. So,basically, phhuchu was being fed whatever a human could eat. My mother was also a tailor apart from being a housewife. She used to stitch clothes at home to earn some extra money for the family. So, you know, people were always coming at the house and the place was needed to be kept clean. Mom was always very busy in all the different works. Phuchhu was living inside the home with people. So, she often used to excrete inside the home, sometimes even when we were doing our lunch. Initially, the whole family was having some problems living with the cow. You know, the cow and its dungs' smell. At several occasions, she even dumped her waste on the bed where we used to sleep. There were days when my father was sleeping on the bed,
phuchhu would stand and excrete and urinate on my father. But, slowly we all started to make a very good rapport with the cow. Now, she was also becoming older and bigger in size and it was becoming difficult to adjust her inside the house. Therefore, one day, there was a serious discussion at home- what to do now ? One solution was to make a separate room for her but that needed money.
I remember- one day, phuchhu had fallen ill. There was gloom in the whole family. My mother and sister were literally crying. Then, we called an animal doctor. My mother was so worried like something happened to us. We all were treating the cow as one of the family members. Like other pet animals, she also became very receptive to our calls. We had a small space in the open inside the home boundary where my father used to grow some vegetables and flowers. There were occasions when the cow would break the ligature, roam inside the area of farming and destroy the small plants. Then, mom would often scold and sometimes even slap her. I and my sister were enjoying all the things she was doing. Even, my mom used to talk to her like she was talking with some humans. We all gave her different names. I am going to continue the story further
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