The loin cloth

A sannyasi had only a loin cloth but the mice were nibbling at it. So he went and got himself a cat. The cat needed milk. So he acquired a cow. Someone had to look after the cow. So he found a woman to look after the cow, who also began to look after him. He married her and threw away his loin cloth.

From A.K. Ramanujan’s “Where Mirrors are Windows: Towards an Anthology of Reflections”

The cat needed milk. So he acquired a cow. Someone had to look after the cow.

Where do you find the time to milk the cow that feeds the cat that eats the mice? It is not time but the woman who tends the cow that feeds the cat that eats the mice. The mice that irk the bull that guards the cave which reeks of henna. The woman again who adorns the henna and mates the bull that gives the world its god.

So he found a woman to look after the cow, who also began to look after him.

The god that begets the word that speaks of her so she springs out leaves. The leaves of henna that fly away and call the wind that seed the forest. The forest that chimes of god that that needs the woman who takes the cloth that guards the loin. The loin that breeds the world with the mice that irk the man of god.

He married her and threw away his loin cloth.

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