Kids in CoVid

 Eventually, lockdown ended and life slowly returned back to normal. Offices reopened, roads became busy again, and the world moved on from those strange quiet years.

But something inside me had already changed forever. ❤️ By then, my son Bilal was still a small toddler… yet somehow, he too seemed to carry the same strange love for animals that I had since childhood. Almost every evening, I started taking him along to nearby tabelas, gaushalas, small farms, even places where cows were tied outside mandirs. Sometimes we visited resorts like Manas in Igatpuri just so he could see different animals up close. Watching his excitement reminded me of my own childhood all over again. 🐄🐐🐓 At home too, I got him tiny colourful chicks to play with. Those little fluffy chicks eventually grew into full-sized noisy roosters after 5–6 months, and our home once again slowly started feeling connected to animals and farm life. Meanwhile, something else interesting was happening… The same YouTubers whom I had watched only on mobile screens during lockdown now started visiting our own city Kalyan, because many local goat farms had opened up nearby. Suddenly Bakrebazi culture had become huge around us too. Kalyan was mostly famous for Vilayti sheep and Kutch menda. Some people also kept Merino or Shikar/Sindi lambs. Pure Kota or Sojat goats were still rare back then. Most local qurbani animals were Khassi Ajmera, Sirohi, or Gujri breed bakras.

That year, finding the “right” bakra became unexpectedly difficult for me. The previous arrangement setup was no longer available, and now I also had to figure out where to keep the animal properly. I visited several farms nearby. Some bakras were far beyond my budget, while others simply didn’t feel worth the price. Some negotiations failed, some deals collapsed midway… and even as Eid kept getting closer, I was still searching. Then finally, Allah made a way. I met Mufaiz — a simple, humble man running a small setup called Mira Ali Goat Farm near my residence. He mostly dealt in affordable bakras and worked honestly on smaller profit margins. And from him, I finally found my bakra. 🐐🤍 A beautiful Sojat-type goat at a fair price… exactly the kind I had been looking for. This time, I tied him on my terrace. I even took almost a full week leave from office just so I could spend proper time with him throughout the day. Our terrace had no proper door, so every night I worried about thieves or even stray dogs attacking him. Because of that, each night I carefully brought him downstairs into our flat corridor and tied him safely near the grill gate outside our door. And every morning before sunrise, I would take him back upstairs again. Cleaning the urine, washing the terrace, removing the poop, arranging feed and water — slowly these routines no longer felt like “work.” They felt peaceful. This year, thanks to YouTube knowledge and advice from experienced goat traders, I also started giving proper feed mixtures — wheat, corn, jau, chunni with fresh hari patti. I would also collect grass and tree leaves whenever possible. And once again… Eid arrived with extremely heavy rains that year too. On the morning of qurbani in 2022, I couldn’t even find an auto-rickshaw early morning because of the weather. Somehow, through the rain, I still managed to take him safely to the qasai shop. Looking back now… those small struggles, wet clothes, terrace cleaning, feeding routines, sleepless nights — they are exactly the memories that made those qurbani days feel so special and alive. 🌧️🌙 #ChildhoodMemories #VillageLife #FarmLife #DairyFarm #TabelaLife #AnimalLover #PetMemories #DesiLife #Nostalgia #IndianChildhood #RuralIndia #BakraLove #Sheep #Lamb #QurbaniMemories #SimpleLiving #OldDays #EmotionalPost #NatureLife #DesiVibes #Heartwarming #PetStories #TraditionalLife #MemoriesForLife #GrowingUp #VillageVibes #EidMemories #FarmBoy #InnocentDays #Storytelling