Everyday Sightings – The Bull

Today, on my way to my insufferable internship, I happened to glance upon a roadside stall. The cab I was in was stuck in slow traffic on a ditch riddled road, so I had the time to notice this little place in the middle of nowhere. The stall’s roof was sheets of blue painted metal, supported by a pile of bamboo sticks rooted to the muddy floor. It seemed insignificantly stocked and unappealing. But since it was a stall in the middle of a remote village its disposition seemed entitled. I assumed that it provided bare minimum to sustain for a living from the handful of customers it got. What was more amusing to me was that on that point of hour there were no human customers in the stall, however there was this very eager bull that happened to be in the mood of some exploring.

I watched as the bull walked in with some authority. The owner of the stall was this woman who seemed to be in her late thirties. I only laid eyes on her when she realized that she had a rather large customer nosing about. The woman was in her black night gown, she wasn’t too short nor too tall, not too dark nor too pale. Her entirety seemed proportional. But she had a face in which you could see the lines of countless hours of cumbersome work that yielded close to nothing.

I assumed given the rather annoying nonchalance of the bull, which seemed to be prancing about like he owned the place, the woman would drive him out. But I was wrong. She seemed to like the company of the animal. It was almost as though they knew each other. This particular bull was brown with white spots and like any other bull was chewing on something.

The lady took out a long stick, with some kind of a brush on its end. It was that strange looking broom, used to clean ceiling fans. I was now certain she was ready to drag her guest out. But I was wrong again. She stuck the brush under the chin of the bull and tickled him with it. I was in my cab so I couldn’t hear it, but I am sure the bull leapt up and laughed. Looking back I should have tried harder, I have never heard a bull laugh. I was certain that the he was laughing because the owner of the shop laughed too, she laughed showing all her teeth, and such mirth usually comes from a contagious source.

My cab eased to the curve on the road, and the shop moved to my blind spot. Now my face was to the sun and I could see my reflection on the cab window. I was wearing a shirt with my sleeves down on a sunny day to impress a bunch of people who scarcely knew me and didn’t care to, with red eyes from another unfulfilling night doing nothing. What I didn’t have was that laugh. I looked to my left, the friend I cab pooled with had dozed off. I wondered how weird and ludicrous it would be if I were to tickle his chin. But I didn’t ….. He only snored like a bull.

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