guess who dropped in!

Pleasant morning, cool breeze, I simply had to open all the four balcony doors at home to let in the fresh air, much against the wise warnings from the better-half. It was also one of those rare mornings when I had the urge to cook, so off I went to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast, while the hubby went in for a shower.

I'm standing by the stove, breaking eggs over the pan, when I get that strange feeling that someone's staring at me from up close. I turn around, unsuspecting, and then freeze.

In my kitchen, right behind me, very close to the fruit basket, was a nice little monkey family! The father, the mother, and the child (hum do, hamare ek!), all three happily lolling around, as if they'd just landed in wonderland!

I knew not what happened next, but there was someone screaming, and it took a while for me to realise that the voice came from deep within me. Hubby pops his head out of the bathroom, and sees me running out of the kitchen, foolishly unarmed, in hot pursuit of a little monkey who flaunted an apple in one hand, and a potato in another! Before I knew it, the tide turned, and that little monkey started chasing me!

By now, the parent-monkeys had decided to ransack the kitchen, while the little monkey kept me at bay. Hubby decides this is a job for a man, and walked out of the bathroom, dripping wet, but towel in place, and my wonderful old antique wooden chair in hand. But, tch tch...the monkeys refused to accept that on this day, the chair was meant to chase them away. They accepted the chair for what it was - and took the seat. "This is why I've told you a thousand times that we need a broom stick in every room at home! And the fresh air can come through the windows from now on," bellowed the hubby.

The neighbors woke up to the commotion. Our 70-year old owner aunty knew all this chaos could'nt have been the mere handiwork of homo sapiens. The 70 years had definitely rendered her wiser than us, and she marched into the house, a 7-ft bamboo stick in hand, and a pluckiness that only grandmothers can boast of!

Very soon, we got to see the pink round bottoms scoot out of the nearest exit, but not without taking my fruit basket as a souvenir of their chaotic trip to the human house.

I can see them from my window now, sitting on the tamarind tree, scratching their bums, and pricking lice out of each other. Every once in a while, they chase the dogs away from the garbage bins, in the hope of finding some food there. What else can they do when their homes in the forests have been grabbed away by us careless human beings...

Ahem, on a lighter note though, I get my fresh air through the windows now. Sigh ~

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I almost let the first six months of this year go by without a single post!

Not happening!