When our family lived in Northern California and would travel back and forth for visits to Southern California, there was a very large cattle farm that we would pass. We could smell it way before we could see it. In India, instead of passing large dairy farms or cattle ranches, cows are part of the traffic problem in Delhi. Sometimes the cows travel in a small group of 2 or 3 but most often it is just one cow sauntering around the streets and market.
Cows are considered holy here among the Hindus. Driving down the street we have seen a believer go up and offer food to a wandering cow. For the most part, they are an annoyance to me and a reminder that I can’t have my beef while living here. They block traffic, leave their piles of dung on the sidewalks (my mom stepped in one while trying to take the picture below), feast on nearby grass or trash bins, find shady spots under bridges to lounge and add a nice little personal aroma to life in Delhi. Believe me, that my first stop when we arrive back in California for Christmas is In-N-Out — and it’s for the triple meat patty!