Reflective writing of forest

I walked on the isolated, tranquil, marshy roads of Matheran, feasting on a banana from my backpack. The wind whistled, and the trees danced to its tune. As I forged ahead on my trek, I spotted a golden, curious, and perhaps hungry monkey. From a distance, it looked harmless, a small, scrawny creature. I thought monkeys: merry, endearing, adorable creatures, but as I neared the animal, it revealed its true nature. The insolent, insubordinate monkey pounced on me, which nearly knocked me unconscious. It jerked the banana out of my hand and tried to take my backpack too. As I resisted the monkey, it bit me on my hand. Searing pain jolted up and down my hand. I let out a cry of pain and fury, which resonated throughout the plateau. I rushed to the medical center and never thought of monkeys in the same way.

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By Dhruv Shah