My mother screamed. “There’s a monkey in our house”. She took a groom and ran after the monkey. It jumped from my balcony, landed on a tree nearby and within seconds it was nowhere to be found.
When my mom came back in the kitchen, I told her – “Mom, we have cut most of the trees. We have taken away their home. They are homeless because of us. Where will they find their food? What will they eat? Where will they go”?
She thought for a moment. Looked at me and said – “But they destroy things. They jump on vehicles, cause damage to properties”.
Well, it’s a small fee that we have to pay because of the destruction we have caused to the environment as a whole, I told her.
Its been more than 2 years since we started feeding them. My brother first started to feed them.
They regularly come to our home. Weekly twice or maybe 3 times a week. Now, its a group of 25-30 monkeys along with small babies.
And now, it has become a duty. A kind of responsibility to feed them. It hurts if they go empty stomach now. It is fun to watch the baby monkeys playing and enjoying. At times I wonder how lord Rama would have felt when he was accompanied by hundreds or thousands of them.