🐄 ✨ The Street Cows of India 🐄✨ When I first visited India at age five, I was mesmerized by the cows wandering majestically right through the heart of traffic. Cars honked, scooters swerved, and yet somehow, everyone made room. There was something so peaceful about their presence, a reminder that life here flows around living beings, not just through them. In cities like Bengaluru, these cows are often part of everyday life. Sometimes owned by local families or small dairy farmers, sometimes simply meandering on their own. They graze near markets, find shade by temples, and have a quiet dignity that feels ancient, even in a fast, modern city. This particular “moo” friend of mine wandered from shop to shop waiting to be fed fresh bananas, with an old familiarity as though they are expecting his arrival. Some people see the cows as a traffic nuisance, but many see them as sacred. They are revered in Hinduism, after all. For me, they’re an emblem of India’s contradictions: reverence and chaos can coexist, and compassion finds space even on crowded streets. . . . Bangalore, Bengaluru, India, cows of India, India diary, Indian America, Hinduism, street cows, travel diary, Indian cows, southeast Asian, south asian, south Asian America, India’s street cows To me, they’ll always be the calm in the middle of the noise. 💛