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SHALAV RANA
I was jostling for space on the busy streets of Kathmandu riding my bike. Ahead of me, lay hundreds of cars and bikes; behind even more vehicles. I was on a pavement though, trying to wiggle through the jam. Cheating my way through if you like. Going where only pedestrians should have. But I couldn’t help it, the traffic had bogged down and if I didn’t take to the pavement, I would be there for hours. But strangely, perhaps not, as I was making my way through, a big brown cow stood ahead of me, occupying the whole pavement and blocking my way ahead. I honked. The cow was used to it I guess. Staying on the road for hours it was used to all the street cacophony. The cow barely blinked. I shook the handle of my motorcycle and with it the front tire to warn the cow. No reaction. I backed out. The cow jumped and pointed its horns right at his motorcycle. “Oh ho!” I wanted to run now but I couldn’t. The person said, “If we’re not
careful it’ll charge.” Perhaps it was already
too late.—kathmandublogger.blogspot.com