Let me tell you about a fond memory of mine:
Many years ago in a distant land called “Carnival” my family and I shared a miraculous occurrence.
For one week we were surrounded by water and sky, endless supply of food and ice cream, and excitement!
But when the week was up, we had to leave.
All the fun seemed to vanish into thin air.
We became crowded by thousands of people, trying to squish through the stairway and out the door.
Suddenly, we came to a stop!
It was hot, sweaty, and dreary.
Not a peep was to be heard.
UNTIL…
“MMOOOO… Cattle.”
What!?
What was that!?
My eye’s wandered till they saw where every other eye had stopped.
On my dad.
How embarrassing.
No.
How HYSTARICAL!
So you might be thinking “What does this have to do with anything!?”
Its real simple.
Every day.
Every single day in India I have boarded a train.
Sometimes us girls ‘sneak’ on to the first class women’s car.
Other times our team has squeeze into a fully packed train.
It is so packed that people are often hanging on outside of the door.
But every time I see these packed trains, it doesn’t matter if I’m on them or not, I think of my father.
MOO CATTLE.
