Breakfast with a Cow

Turns out the 7am bus to Kanha has been cancelled. The next bus doesn't leave for 4 hours, so now I'm sitting at the bus station, trying to ignore the stares, the incesant calls of Hello beautiful!, and the endless stream of beggars asking for a few rupees. I picked up some breakfast from one of the street stalls and sat in the bus station's outdoor waiting hall eating with my fingers from the little newspaper sack, when I felt a presence behind me. A cow, with diarreah looking snot running from its nose. Nedging close trying to get a bite of my breakfast, I try to play it cool, knowing that cows are sacred here, I didn't want to look like I was bothered by the snot-nosed cow. But he just got a little too close, and I definely didn't want any of his brown goop dropping into my breakfast. I casually moved further into the waiting hall and finished my breakfast, of couse, under the constant surveillance of everyone around me.