Recently, while returning from a wet literary soiree, I was struck by a wondrous sight. On the walls of my apartment building in Gurgaon, spotlit in neon, a 6x4 ft image of a fierce, yet dolorous, langur had suddenly manifested. I was so stunned that I spent a few minutes in complete adoration. Going back and forth for a better angle, I finally retreated and sat down on an iron bench in front of the lobby entrance.
Soon the night guard, Ombir, joined me. He smiled and said. 'It is so lifelike, isn't it, sir-ji'
