On our travel around the various temples in nooks and corner of Varanasi city, in India, this was one of the most common sight: a cow/calf/bull in even the smallest of small alleys.

Grandma’s joke: you’ll see everything in Indian streets, from people, cows and stray dogs, rubbish and such, and to add to the crowd that throng even the smallest of Varanasi’s infamously small alleyways, you’ll continuously hear the toot-tooting horns of motorbikes and scooters will disturb your walk. (It was an observation I guess, but it sounded funny when she said it.)