I can hardly believe that there was a time when I didn’t know how to post photographs. This post dates from then! I’ve added the relevant photos and hope that you will enjoy this rather lengthy post.
Seated on the back of my friend, Dinesh’s motorcycle in Rajasthan, India, we pass at least fifty Langur monkeys lined up, one after the other, on the side of the road. Dinesh has never seen me so sad. To help take my mind off my troubles and my imminent return to New York City, he’s invited me to join him on a ride down the mountain to the next town, about twelve kilometers away.
Hindus in India consider the Langur monkeys sacred but with their bearded chin tufts and bushy eyebrows, they remind me of Islamic scholars. With all my many years of travel in India, these dark faced, long-tailed creatures still fascinate me. In my sad state, my mind dredges up the fact that there is usually one dominant male who sires all the offspring. When a new male seizes power, he kills all the…
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