The worst day of my life

Today I will mention one such incident of my life which I rarely want to remember. But whenever I remember that moment, the hair of my body stands up.

This incident happened when I was a child and used to go to cowshed every morning to bring cow's milk. Before that I would like to tell one thing that I always feared the cow. Once in the village, a cow attacked me with its horn. I did not know whether his horn touched my body or not, but I was very scared and weeping that day.

We lived in the city, not in the village. But at the time of festival, we would go to our village every year. The festival was held either in the month of October or November. In the city also we would eat cow's milk. But for that I had to wake up every morning and bring milk from cowshed.

Like every day, I got up in the morning and went to the cowshed to bring milk. I reached there and started waiting for the milkman as usual. The milkman would always give milk after he came out of the cowshed. But that day, the milkman called me inside. As I said, I was afraid of the cow, I did not want to go inside the cowshed that day.

But because of the milkman, I had to go inside the cowshed. And you can't even guess what happened after that. Inside the cowshed, where I was standing, a cow was also tied with a peg, next to me. Suddenly the cow attacked me. As soon as he attacked me I ran away, but unfortunately I slipped and fell on the ground.

Although I got up immediately, but my breath was stuck. As far as I remember, It was stuck for one or two seconds. Apart from the milkman, a woman was also standing in the cowshed when I had fallen on the ground. She told the milkman “his breath has stuck”. Rub his back quickly. The milkman immediately rubbed my back. Luckily, I started breathing. It only happened for a few seconds, otherwise I would have lost my life. I was shivering with fear. My clothes got wet due to falling on the ground. I was so nervous that the milkman helped me reach to my home.

It was the worst day of my life. However, I was lucky that I started breathing. As far as I remember, after the incident, I never went to Gaushala to bring milk. Since then the milkman started giving milk at my house.