Chaure Buffalo

My imperfect eyes saw the dawn of morning, the smile of mountains. It looked like a bride, and she smiled from the veil on her face which shone as a pearl. At the same time, the wind blew with the smell of fresh flowers. At the nightfall, I saw evening the sky filled with stars and the moon, and they adjusted their places in the sky. I thought one day the sky would fall down on the earth, and destroy all the planets. I imagined, and I forgot rapidly. This is how I conceived life.
I passed my childhood as a shepherd. In the hills and lowlands near my village, we had sheds to keep in our livestock, and the cattle grazed in the grazing land. We had huge herds of buffaloes, cows, sheep, and goats. We made their milk into curd, ghee, and cheese. I ate and enjoyed the natural milk and curds. We had a big buffalo name was Chaure. She gave us a lot of milk. Her behavior was like a human. She could decode humans, and used to understand the language. I understood her angry and happy moods by her expressions and sounds. She was the group leader. She controlled the group. She had a strong body, beautiful big round horns, long ears, black and bright eyes, and attractive face. I rode her, and passed steep graded horizons with her.
One day, Chaure disappeared from the group. The herd of cattle returned in the cowshed. I saw their painful face because the group leader wasn’t with them. They cried very unpleasant sounds: Boa, Ai, Aiiii….! The sounds spread in the wind and went far. They rammed their horns against the walls and trees. I saw tears in their eyes. I felt that day animals also have love, do love, and weep in tragedy and death. Our family loved Chaure very much. It made us very sad. Many people participated in the search for Chaure. We searched for Chaure in far away places, but we couldn’t find her.
Five days later, we found the dead body of Chaure. She had fallen down from a peak. It was almost 700 meters down inside a forest. When we found her obliterated body, I couldn’t look at her. My soul was covered by darkness, and I lost my sense as a maniac person. It was an unbearable experience in my life. I could not hide the tears in my eyes. The tears fell down from my eyes like waterfalls. I expected that I would find Chaure alive, but my hope died.
Once again, her love attracted me, and I touched her. But I could not feel warming, and Chaure didn’t speak and could not take a breath with her loveable voice. She was cold like ice. The chill froze my heart. The sun vanished in the dim cloud. The surface wet with rain, and the weather wept unpleasantly. The wind didn’t flow, leaves didn’t move, and the trees didn’t dance. My mind spun like a wheel on the grief. Everybody seemed grief-stricken. I heard the sound of loss and despair. With pain in our hearts we buried Chaure, and we returned home. We still have many buffalos in my village, but we never found one like Chaure again.
I have passed through different experiences in my life, but I cannot forget my relationship with Chaure. I forget discos, bars, theatres, concerts, valuable material, and romance, but I will always remember Chaure. I think our love was deep and long lasting.