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|Eno Fruit Salt (standard:other, 843 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Sep 22 2012||Views/Reads: 1815/1034||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A name like Eno is very unusul in US but for Juggernaut it raised old memories of drinking Eno Fruit Salt, a medicated salty drink commonly used in India for digestion.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story trumpet and made living as a musician, married to a woman 30 years younger than me, she left after few years, then I went back working on cruise ships that's how I reached the Big Island, I abandoned the job on the ship to remain here ever since 2009,” Eno completed the last sentence as if he was relieved a burden of expressing himself. “Do you still work on art restoration?” “No, not here, people here were poor here. I am hoping to mind cows for a man, an ex-Silicon Valley entrepreneur and a visionary.” “Have you milked a cow before?” Juggernaut was doubtful. “Well, I milked goats in the past growing up in Hungary,” Eno started hand movements as if milking an animal. “There is a big difference between milking goats and cows you know.” “To milk the goats I squeeze the end of the teats but for cows, I understand that both hands are used to squeeze the four teats alternating one or two at a time, I have to draw down the milk by squeezing at the base of the teats and quickly moving towards the tips,” Eno try to explain with his palms squeezing imaginary cow teats. “That's all sounds good in theory, in practice keeping the cow steady and milking is an art by itself like restoring old paintings,” Juggernaut looked at Eno's body. “What's the story behind all those tattoos on your body?” “Well, most people have paper work to show their life events like date of birth, wedding, divorce, birth of a child, relocation etc., I got tattooed depicting my life events; you see this one, the face of my first wife, this was the ship I sailed from London to New York in early seventies, like that most of the tattoos on my body depicts most memorable life events,” Eno pointed out each one of the tattoos explaining its significance. “So, you chronicled your life events permanently on your body, I am sure you left some space on your body for future events to come.” “I am sure I will find space perhaps depicting a cow if I were to mind cows in future,” Eno was looking for blank spaces on his body. “I am sure Eno, you will find space somewhere if not you may consider removing few very old ones to make room for new ones, kind of restoring old paintings.” “I cannot afford to remove old tattoos, it cost lots of money, like an old scar, I just have to live with it.” “Well, it was good meeting you, let me know when you start minding cows, I love to see you milking cows, certainly I could never forget your name Eno,“ Juggernaut licked his lips reminiscing the tingling sensation he had from the effervescence whenever a pinch of Eno Fruit Salt wad mixed with water to drink. Tweet
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