It was that time of the year again, where my mom, my daughter and I took our annual girlie trip together.
This time it was a quick weekend drive to Bhandardhara, Maharashtra (180 kms from Mumbai).
After whizzing on the Mumbai Nasik Expressway (NH3, multi lane, smooth drive), we cut off at the Ghoti Toll to the Nagpur-Aurangabad-Mumbai Highway (bumpy, single lane but with great countryside views)!
Enjoying the countryside on this route (even better in monsoon, but not too bad in winters either), we crossed a huge ‘maidan’ (ground) with a gzillion people and … cattle!
It was a cattle fair – truckloads of cattle (literally) of all sizes, breed and color were offloaded on this ground. People seemed to have camped up there for a couple of days. To see the sheer number of cattle there was a ‘moo-ing’ experience!
Remembering we had a destination to hit, we drove further on.. A few kilometres ahead – on a barren landscape in the backdrop of a scarcely green hill – was a little hut.
On the outskirts of Ghoti village, this mud hut had cattle & poultry around it, chillies & beans laid out to dry, two not-so-lush trees providing shade from the scorching sun and the lady of the house busy in the courtyard. The brown barren beauty of the hut compelled us to halt..
The lady must’ve been in her 60’s. Sitting outside her hut, she was flattening out cow-dung into discs so it could be used for cooking (and other) fires… Bio energy at its best – done in most village homes in India.
‘Aamhi hya govri baghu shakto ka?’, I asked her (‘Do you mind if we see the cow dung cakes that you are laying out?’)
She was thrilled to host us.. She even taught our 4 year old daughter to make cow-dung cakes in 3 easy steps: mix cow-dung with straw, flatten it into cakes by hand and leave the cow-dung cakes in the sun to dry.
The cow-dung by the way has other utilities too apart from bio fuel – wet cow dung is spread across the walls and floors of village huts which dries up to make solid walls & floors. It is also used as agricultural manure.
The lady then took us to a calf tied around the tree outside her hut and we fed it some hay.
After the little ‘activity class’ (that’s what our daughter thought it was), the lady took our daughter near the hut and washed her hands off a bucket of water. I later realised how generous that was since all the water she had in her house were 2-3 bucketfuls (perhaps from a water pump or a stream some distance away).
She was kind enough to take us inside her hut – 8 sq mtrs, housed 6 family members. She introduced us to her family and offered us a kind of khichdi (steamed rice with pulses) made on her indigenous ‘choola’ (cooking stove).
Much as we were tempted, we politely refused, not wanting to ‘eat into’ the family’s share of lunch.
We thanked her for her courtesy and bid the family good bye, glad to have experienced some part of their life. What seemed brown & barren to us was perhaps gold for them!