Snapshot: Cows on the Crosswalk

I know I will miss it when I leave and I don’t even like them. But wherever you go in India from the smallest villages to the heart of New Delhi, you will see them eating trash, lazing unconcerned down the road, or chewing their cud blocking the whole sidewalks.
Everyone who has told you that cows are sacred in this country was mistaken, they are the only form of traffic control. And they will form an indelible part of my memory of this country.
Some of them are the classic spotted Midwestern milk cow, with tiny straight horns. Others are the classic shiva bulls with humps that could hold their own against the best of camels, white hide, and majestic, often painted, horns clashing with hay-loaded carts they pull. Still others are nearly black, hairless, and have horns so curved they often frame the eyes. These are the water Buffalo. All the cows have one thing in common: their fat and they know they have the luxury of not being eaten. Instead they will live out their lives eating empty banana leaves and blissfully sauntering in front of honking traffic.

Snapshot: Cows on the Crosswalk

Jaipur, India