We are warm and plenty full tonight. My children, snoring like a choir, will not shiver this night because of Sundari’s gifts.
Thank God, bless Sundari.
My beautiful children’s bellies bulge like a matka pot full of hot milk and rice. Their tiny shadows snuggle in the light flickering from the hot, hot stove.
Thank God, bless Sundari.
I clean Sundari’s udders, collect her dung, and knead them into briquettes to dry in the morning sun.
Can you believe in some countries, people leave cow dung to rot in the fields for the flies? What wasteful people.
Thank God, bless Sundari.
A very beautiful story and I could really picture it.
Many thanks, for the feedback. It’s good to know what works and what doesn’t, and strong sense of place was certainly a goal.
That was different! Nice one.
Many thanks, glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for following up from facebook.
Beautiful story. Well done!
Many thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
beautiful thought!
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
Beautiful piece, I must have read it 4 times already! Great job!
Thanks, I’m so pleased you enjoyed it. It was written to be positive and warming, and I hope it’s had that effect.
It did and it’s so beautiful!
We actually do leave cow dung to rot on the streets of our villages so it’s all the more powerful.
It’s a lesson in itself and some very good food for thought.
I enjoyed this! An interesting read.