Banjarengi who was found beside his dead mother by a sadhu living outside of Pushkar. Baba ji has raised this baby from a few weeks of age and was convinced that nurture would win over nature as Banjarengi grew into maturity. I would visit Baba ji and Banjarengi often during that winter season taking milk for the monkey and potatoes for Baba ji who only ate potatoes. Banjarengi was always happy for female company and would scamper to sit on my head or shoulders and lope around after me in the garden. Often watching him, I would catch a far away look in his eye that made me feel he was remembering his mother…and my heart would do that funny little flip flop of compassion for our precious charge. What to do? This is life.
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