Our ward boy has reached his manly proportions without the benefit of mutton. Since he is a staunch vegetarian, I thought it would be politic to apprise him of the arrival of the goats and their imminent assassination.
He favoured me with a toothy grin and said, ‘What to do? It is a feast day and that is their fate. Hopefully their death will earn them something better in their next life.’
That halted me in my tracks. It made me realise that it is probably homespun philosophy such as this that has allowed some Hindus and Muslims to live side by side in harmony, in this very diverse country of ours.
What an idea!
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