she was very beautiful,bold and very polite.her eyes were deep blue,looking in that you feel you are looking to a deep blue lake..her mannerisms resemble that of humans.she was the product of my revolutionary thought. after my post graduation in agriculture i want to do something not ordinary in my home.that time someone told me the qualities of goat milk,i didn’t think twice,bought one since we wont get goat milk there.i never thought it would become a huge affair!
she was given a name ‘subhashini'(means one who talk nicely!)by the boys who brought it home.my maid already promised to look after her.she gave her green leaves and drinking water with nutritious food in it!she gave her a warm bath too.everything was ok except one.how to milk it?my maid went near it,sat next to its back legs and try to grab her nipples from below.what next?i saw a vessel flying in the air.subhashini gave her a good kick!and my maid ran for her life.i too felt afraid and we all retreated to our home for the time being.
by evening we again went near her.the owner told she gave half litre milk each in the morning and evening , that means she has one litre milk now.i looked at her breast.its too heavy now,almost full! something has to do immediately, else a disaster may happen there. the heaviness if the breast made her lean towards the wall of the goatshed! my maid went near her again…this time subhashini started jumping. maid got afraid and looked at me helplessly.i felt some uneasiness ,looking at her breast.she looked gloomy.i revinded my past days for a few seconds,when i was a kid i saw a mathai chettan milking his cattle in our niegborhood ,in my native place.he used to talk to her as if she a human being,applying oil in his hand touch her breast and milk it.
i decided to give a try.i went near her with a vessel and oil in one hand.took oil in the fingers,talked to her asa friend,patted her in her back and kissed her!im kissing an animal for the first time.i just want to help her.i apologized her for her pathetic condition.i reached for her breast with a fearful heart.she gave me back a kick,not a kiss! and threw a look at me to check if im alive!i really amazed at her strength.but i decided not to give up .i spoke in my mind.i wont let you go this way, you monster!i went again and repeated the step.i almost grabbed her nipple ,but then she instantly fallen to the floor keeping her breast under her body! she is not an ordinary goat.she outsmarted me again.she looked at me as if she won the battle and she said with her look ‘no one is going to tough my breast’!
next day i again went near it recollecting all psychological theories i learned. during milking someone had hurted her. so she is afraid.later i came to know that she was forcefully milked by the previous owner.two people were need for it.one to hold her leg and another to milk.
so she has to unlearned what she leaned previously.i decided to spent time with her and gave her a kind treatment.talked her, patted her and touched her everywhere except her breast! and showed my love.almost one hour passed and now i have to milk it. i reached for the nipple,she jumped again. i did the same she jumped and the process continued for some time and at last,applying my whole strength i pressed her to the wall and milked her.but after milking her i went to the bed and collapsed.everyday i repeated this process and she came to realize that milking is a simple process between me and her.she gave up her ‘muscle’ and co-operated with me and started waiting for me when the time is near for milking!
we came to know each other in a few days ,she communicated everything with her eyes.i was astonished at her neatness many times.she touch her feet in the floor with much difficulty if its not neat.she wont touch muddy places if taking her out by the maid to green areas.
the only thing i couldn’t bear is her hunger.if maid is a little late she will communicate to me,she need something to eat.i myself went to get her leaves many times,neglecting my ‘status’.i stealed banana leaves from neighboring plots .i loved her and she loved me back.a strong bond developed between us.
after a few months i had to move to an apartment in the city.what i will do with my subhashini?i couldn’t sell her to some strangers. so i asked everyone whom i know, if they can protect her.a distant lady agreed and with some hesitation i agreed finally and handed over her to that lady whom my family know.
for a few months we were given reports about her by this lady and later she stopped talking about her.and now i do not see this lady and do not know where my subhashini is.she might have forgotten me.
i have a request ..do not call her a goat….she is more than that.she is my subhashini..!