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Eno Fruit Salt (standard:other, 843 words)
Author: JuggernautAdded: Sep 22 2012Views/Reads: 1815/1034Story 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.
 



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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. 


   


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