Goaing

Just the morning after I moved in with Victor Hugo and Aldina, Victor barged into where I was sleeping and announced the birth of 'Padook'. Bhakti, the cow you see in the picture, had calved. Calved? Yes, I mean she had given birth to a calf. It was her first calf.

Padook is her name and she has attitude!

The very next morning Bhakti died.

She was administered drips and osteo-calcium thing etc. because the Vet said that due to weakness the cow had whatever that cows like Bhakti have during calving.

It was a sad thing because Victor did have a bond with the cow and Aldina too.

The mornng when Bhakti was dying, what was 'padook' doing?

This:

and

and

... see?

She was blissfully unaware of death and dying! She was not quite a day old, full of life and promise, and her mother was dying.

Bhakti could not stand up. As the vet, one Mr.Bhandari (or is it Dr.?) was dripping the med into Bhakti, I saw that she was trying hard to breath through her mouth. She drew her tongue out and sucked in air through her mouth. I looked at Agustin, the other vet chap and asked him. He kind of shook his head and gestured, suggesting that it was over. Bhakti had just left her body. And left, in the form of Padook, her presence behind.

I felt so helpless. All I could do was immortalise her in a picture.

There!!

But there are great things in Victor & Aldina's farm in Benaulim, Goa. Like for Eg:-

or,

or,

or for that matter:

Well, The sunset is from Carmel Chapel on Mount Carmel in Old Goa, but, still, Goa Is Goa, whether in Benaulim or Old Goa!