The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed my mom at my house. She told me about the calf that her family had for about one and a half years. She loved the calf because it was so cute, but one day when they came home from a wedding, the calf was stolen, and my mom was devastated. 
“Kanae (kuhn-ay)” is like an equivalent to sweetie or dear.

She sobbed all day and all night, wondering why this had to happen.

The shop owner dropped the baby calf off in exchange for the fabric he bought, because he did not have enough money to pay back Eswari’s mother. It was love at first sight. The tiny, exuberant child pet the black, silky, and almost fuzz-like fur of the one-month old calf. She at first had a scared look in her eyes, but once she caught sight of Eswari, the calf immediately calmed down.

“I’m going to love you forever and ever! You’re so cute!!” exclaimed Eswari.

“Ok, help me take it back home and you can feed it,” said her mother.

Eswari and her mother got back home and fed the calf some grains mixed in with the starchy water that was used to cook rice earlier that day.

Many months passed, and every day, Eswari and her siblings would come home from school excited to see the wide-eyed calf. Whenever Eswari would sit down with her books, the calf would comfortably lay her head on her lap, eager to hear about what Eswari did that day.

One day, in the middle of the night, when Eswari and her entire family were sleeping, somebody stole the calf and when Eswari woke up to go greet it...the calf was gone!

“Amma!!! Where did she go?!” wailed the tearful girl.

“I don’t know, kanae. Someone must’ve known she was here and stolen her for profits on their own farm,” said her mother, trying to comfort her.

“They can’t just do that, I loved her!” yelled Eswari as she was wiping the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Eswari told her older brothers and cousins to go with her and ride around as many streets as possible, with the hope of maybe finding her precious calf. They rode around for hours and returned home without the wide-eyed calf.

“Kanae, you can try thinking about the good days you had with her, like that one time she started chasing you around and it became a game of tag!” said Eswari’s mom comfortingly.

After calming down and with her mother’s words, Eswari cheered up and all she could think of was her fond memories and how the calf could possibly be with other cows, on a farm, being properly taken care of now.

Lost Calf!

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1982-1983
Chennai, India

I interviewed my mom at my house. She told me about the calf that her family had for about one and a half years. She loved the calf because it was so cute, but one day when they came home from a wedding, the calf was stolen, and my mom was devastated.
“Kanae (kuhn-ay)” is like an equivalent to sweetie or dear.

Decade: 1980s
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Recorded by Divya Rajmohan on December 10, 2017
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