I was walking the boys to school and they grinned broadly at the sight of a cow urinating. An autorickshaw speeding by quickly swerved to a halt in the middle of the street, the driver scrambled down and hurried out to collect the cows urine in his cupped hands.
And as firstborn and baby param stared wide-eyed … the autorickshaw driver washed his face with the warm urine.
The three passengers (all women and all related to the driver) tut tut tuted in disappointed unision. There wasn’t any left for them.
*for R, a moment in the day of Madras*