Small Things #3
Walking through Koramangala as I head home from work, I slip down a quiet residential side-street away from the traffic. Round the corner, out of the almost-darkness comes a small herd of around 8 or 9 grey-haired buffalo calves, their huge ears flapping as their heads bob from side to side. The smallest are only the size of a large dog, and the biggest about twice this size.
Every face has the same expression, something like a contented grin. Sticking close together, they happily bob along the road, seemingly knowing exactly where they’re going—even though there’s nobody with them.
