Bright red, indigo blue, grass green. As I open my eyes, I see ladies already sweeping in front of their shops and men start to gather for their first cup of chai that day. I chew some of my lunch from yesterday as they eat their oily samosas. I slowly get up, stretch my legs and immediately feel that my hair is not in place. I lick it with my long tongue, yes that’s better. What? I can do that, I’m a cow! Cows are being treated quite…