I confess: I had been in India for three weeks and I had yet to see a cow. I was worried, where had all the cows gone? I had this image of sacred cows stopping traffic in India’s congested cities. It had been a long day in the sweltering heat of Bombay (I don’t like the new name Mumbai). We were jammed in a rickshaw going back to the hotel, our faces were black with pollution and our shirts well glued to the skin. I heard some commotion to my left and I turned to see a man on a Vespa racing a cow down the street. The man was screaming out of his lungs trying to overtake the cow. But the animal wouldn’t have it and kept galloping faster (do cows gallop?), it took a sudden sharp right turn, cut the Vespa man off, almost hit the front of our rickshaw, lost traction on its rear legs, spun like a rally car and disappeared onto a side street.
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