An untimely visitor

A visitor or a "Mehmaan" as known in India, is considered equal to God in Indian culture ,irrespective of the fact whether he is welcome or not. But what would you say if one fine day, Sri Hanuman visits your insignificant abode? One may feel greatly blessed unless the Hanuman belongs to Mother Earth rather than the heaven or wherever Gods live, that is ,unless he is none other than our own ancestor ,the monkey of the trees.
This unlucky (my mind still can't decide whether it was actually lucky) incident happened one calm Sunday morning. As usual a hectic week had just got over and my roomies and I were finally able to sleep till 11 am that morning. After having the morning cup of coffee we settled at having a brunch, unable to make up our minds whether its appropriate to have breakfast or lunch at 12.30 noon. I, secretly wanting to try out some new recipe, declared that a sumptuous meal will be ready in sometime. Unlike expected, all agreed in unison. Perhaps the coffee was not strong enough to pull them out of the slumber. Good, I thought. No disturbance then.
I was ready with my bhindi, dal and rice in an hour. Yes I know that’s not anything new ,but I had to adjust since I had failed to gather the required raw materials for the dish I had dreamt of preparing. I called out to my roomies to help me in serving.
Soon Sayantani and I started laying the plates and serving. We happily chatted about anything and everything under the sky while we served in the kitchen. Suddenly a tail attracted my attention. I scolded myself silently for day dreaming and rejoined the spicy gossip once again. Another movement of something or somebody distracted me once again and I looked back. Oh my god!!!! There he was. Sitting in a relaxed manner with anything but amiable looks in his eyes….there was a huge monkey at the kitchen door.
We were stoned by the suddenness and the reality of the situation. To the contrary, the giant animal looked defiantly at us and the food. There was no way for us to get out of the kitchen. The kitchen entrance was in strict guard by his highness himself. We were in peril. As he shone his pearly whites at us, our bodies decided to try for the door even though our minds knew the rare possibility of getting to it. We took a step forward. Mr Monkey grew cautious and turned towards us. We stopped. He looked at the bowl full of bhindi in my hands. I dropped it on the kitchen counter. This proved to be a clever trap. The monkey proceeded towards the bowl and taking advantage of the situation we two moved out of the kitchen and ran inside our rooms.
Some stunned moments of silence passed as we waited patiently for him to leave our kitchen. Then he came out of the kitchen like a gallant soldier just having won a battle for his country, with only a boiled potato in his hands!!!! He had left all other dishes untouched and only the potato had seemed edible to him(So much to my effort .. huh!!!). Anyway, I was hugely relieved that my entire toil and accomplishment of cooking a brunch was not wasted.
Finally he went of our house through the balcony happy with his fruit of labour, the potato.
Thus ended our “monkey business” and after a long round of discussion about the encounter we just had, and we finally settled down for our lunch.