Heavy Traffic

This is the street outside the house I am staying in it Turunelvelli. I love the way the cows make their way home at the end of the day, just as the people do. They don't need herding at all and negotiate the traffic and railways remarkably well.
I loved this cows colouring and beautiful gentle dark eyes. I even managed to stand my ground when belying that gentleness, she ran towards me.
An elderly gentleman came up and asked whether I was not afraid and when I said not, we had a long discourse on cows and merits of free-ranging.