Nowadays I practice yoga in the early mornings with a group of people from the neighbourhood who meet in a garden on the hill that is frequented by monkeys. The place is called Hanumanpada and it has a temple dedicated to the monkey-god, Hanuman.
The uphill path to the pyramidal structure where we practice is green velvety monsoony mossy. I almost slipped the first time I went there. The others warned me to walk only in the centre where the moss is worn out with footfalls.
One day, as we walked downhill after our practice, I noticed a banana skin strategically lying in the centre of the path waiting for an accident to happen.
Who could have done such a thing? Most people who gather there are soft-spoken and well-mannered with adequate schooling which probably taught them about not laying banana peels on walking paths.
We looked around and then looked up to spy this ape patiently waiting for his naughty plan to come to fruition.
The uphill path to the pyramidal structure where we practice is green velvety monsoony mossy. I almost slipped the first time I went there. The others warned me to walk only in the centre where the moss is worn out with footfalls.
One day, as we walked downhill after our practice, I noticed a banana skin strategically lying in the centre of the path waiting for an accident to happen.
Who could have done such a thing? Most people who gather there are soft-spoken and well-mannered with adequate schooling which probably taught them about not laying banana peels on walking paths.
We looked around and then looked up to spy this ape patiently waiting for his naughty plan to come to fruition.
