In Varanasi, India, a boy named Thomas, named after one of Jesus' disciples who arrived in India. He dressed in white long-sleeves and dark blue jeans. He had brown skin, black hair and brown eyes.
Thomas were sitting near the cow field, mooing. Then 30 years old woman named Saraswati, holding a veena, a classical Indian string instrument, wore a pink sari, adorned with various pieces of jewellry such as necklace, earrings shaped like heart, arms adorned with bangles. She told Thomas that all the cows need to be taken to Karim, half Arab's farm. Thomas accepted and herd the cows into a livestock car as Saraswati counts them all. But Thomas are too busy playing games. She warned him to stop playing and pay attention.
He snapped out of his reverie, realizing he had missed the count. “I apologize, Saraswati. I was lost in thought.”
She sighed, her patience wearing thin. “This is important, Thomas. These cows sustain us, feed us, and connect us to the land. They deserve our full attention.”
Thomas nodded, chastened. Together, they continued counting—the cows’ hooves creating a rhythm, Saraswati’s veena providing the melody. As they reached fifty, the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the field.
Finally, they loaded the cows into the livestock car. Saraswati’s fingers brushed the veena’s strings one last time, a melancholic tune that seemed to echo the cows’ departure. Thomas closed the car door, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders.
“Thank you, Thomas,” Saraswati said, her eyes softening. “Remember, every cow matters. They are our connection to the earth, our silent companions.”
And so, as the car rumbled away, Thomas vowed to pay attention—to count not just the cows but the moments that shaped his life. For in their quiet existence lay a lesson: that even the simplest things held immense value, waiting to be noticed, cherished, and counted.
And so, in the fading light, Thomas stood there, watching until the last cow disappeared from view, his heart attuned to the rhythm of their departure.
Moral story
Deep importance can be found in the commonplace and unremarkable. Whether we choose to recognise it or not, every moment has significance, whether we choose to count cows or focus on the little things in life. Treasure the small things in life since they are frequently the ties that bind us to one another and our surroundings.
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