I teetered out of bed this morning, hesitant to leave the comfort of my warm blanket. Bribing myself with a cup of hot masala chai, I headed to the neighbourhood park for my morning walk, only to find it locked. My first thought was that my sleep-heavy eyes were playing tricks on me, but they weren’t. The garden was well and truly closed – there were no walkers to be spotted inside.
The reason? ‘They are catching monkeys inside,’ a helpful neighbour told me. ‘They were creating a nuisance, no? Scaring away joggers and walkers,’ he added. I have been witness to the naughty monkeys’ morning romps in the park, too, but I had never imagined this in my wildest dreams.
He looked at my dazed expression and added, ‘They have caught 10 to 12 monkeys already, you know?’
I nodded, muttered my thanks, and walked back home.
Catching monkeys in parks? The first I ever heard of anything of that sort. What do they say about the universe conspiring to give you what you really want? In my case, it was a leave of absence from my usual rounds in the park.
Sometimes real life is stranger than fiction, yes.
No, I did not dare to check out how exactly the said monkeys were being taken captive.