From Cows to Cups in Mysuru – The Story Behind Our Fresh Milk Deliveries

The Farming Buddha
May 23
2 min read

"Early morning at The Farming Buddha farm near Nelamane with cows grazing" — Early morning at The Farming Buddha farm near Nelamane

🐄 The Story Begins at Dawn

Long before Mysuru stirs awake, somewhere near Nelamane village, the day begins with the soft bell of a cow collar and the quiet hum of our farmers at work. The mist still clings to the grass, and the cows — gentle Jersey breeds — wait patiently. This isn’t just another farm. It’s where your milk story begins.

By 4:00 AM, the first milking begins. No machines. No rush. Just calm, clean hands, and content cows. The same way milk was drawn generations ago, the way Ajji would’ve approved.

🚚 From Shed to City

By 5:00 AM, the milk is gently bottled — not in plastic, but in thick, sterilized glass bottles. Every bottle is marked, traced, and sealed. No preservatives. No processing. No shortcuts.

By 7:30 AM, our delivery team sets off in electric vans — winding their way through the quiet lanes of Gokulam, VV Mohalla, Ramakrishna Nagar, and beyond — carrying not just milk, but a promise.

👩‍🌾 More Than a Delivery – A Movement

This isn’t just about selling milk. It’s about remembering how things used to be. When milk came from cows you knew. When it smelled earthy, creamy, and alive. When trust was more important than branding.

At The Farming Buddha, we work with local women from villages around Mysuru — women who now have a job close to home, who rise before sunrise to help bottle, label, and care for the cows.

Each bottle is a small revolution — against adulteration, plastic waste, and industrial shortcuts.

📍 If You Live in Mysuru, This Milk Is Meant for You

We deliver to:

VV Mohalla
Gokulam
Jayanagar
Kuvempunagar
Yadavagiri
Ramakrishna Nagar
Saraswathipuram
And growing every week...

Even offices and cafés have joined in — choosing real milk over processed brands.

🌿 And If You’ve Ever Wondered What “Real” Tastes Like...

Open the bottle. Pour it out. Watch the cream rise to the top. Smell the faint sweetness. You don’t need to boil it. You just need to trust it. This is what your grandparents drank. This is what your children deserve.