“Another theft,” someone in our procession blurted. “Happens often.”
We shuffled over a well-trodden gravel path to visit a sacred space. A place where religion and art blended to impress, under the blessings of Shiva. Drawn we were to complete the exploration. Until time of departure.
As we waited to board the boat, a young girl screeched. Parents consoled her over the theft of ice cream from her hand.
No arrest. The culprit escaped, poised to reoffend.
One of many monkeys on India’s Elephanta Island.