This is not a story from Mumbai but from my last trip back home Sawantwadi.
That town is one helluva rocking place. I say so because nothing really rocks there except the tall green mountains, the wild shrubbery and the innocence about a place not yet touched by industrial sharks.
Yes, some of the quaint old shops have made way for jazzy cell phone shops and that is something I have never understood why and how.
Anyway this blog is not about Sawantwadi, it is about my friend Chotu – the one with two hearts . Now let me tell you why I say Chotu has two heart so pointedly when all of us have one.
You see, Chotu’s mother Maya has an elegant, genetic heart on her forehead. This heart looks gorgeous because it is white in colour and Maya is a black cow. Maya’s children over the years have all been born with a heart-shaped something on their forehead. But when Chotu was born, there was none such – what was there was a small odd shaped blob that looked like a splash of paint on a car window screen.
Maya was obviously worried since she took pride in her kids sporting a forehead with a heart. She kept licking Chotu’s forehead a hundred times in the hope the heart would appear – but no such luck. Apparently, Maya used to confide in other cows that just may be Chotu was not her baby.
(As probably told to Rhea)
