The Monkey Connection

“You know you have a monkey mind…”, He was speaking to me over phone.

“That doesn’t sound like a compliment”, I squeezed one of my eyes and raised a brow upward, “we are not married yet. So you should weigh your statements knowing about the possible repercussions of the same…” I cautioned him mischievously.

He chuckled. He explained further in a diligent tone, “You do exactly opposite of what you are told. You are indecisive, you jump from one thing to another very quickly. That is a monkey-mind!

“Oh Please!” I became defensive, “I don’t always do the opposite of what I am told… I follow my mind which is not of a monkey for sure.”

That day I googled the definition of Monkey mind. 

And that night I introspected intensely, whether or not he was true! 

I have been a little indecisive for sure, but I am not restless and blah! 

A year passed, we were married now.

He came from work, fairly amused on something, “Show me your wrist.” he said enthusiastically.

“Why?” I was perplexed.

He grabbed my hand and headed me to the couch of our living room. I will tell you something really cool about yourself.

Being interested in palmistry I smiled and showed my palm with a cheerful face, ready to listen something cool about me.

Now touch your pinky finger to your thumb… 

I did what I was told to, staring at his face, still beaming with excitement.

“Woah! Look at that”, He exclaimed in exhilaration, “You got a monkey gene still left in you…”

“That is gibberish.” I was frowning annoyingly. My expectations and imagination went kaput suddenly.

He showed me his wrist it was plain while mine had a small muscle emerging out after joining my thumb and my pinky finger. He showed me this video:

In a heat of revenge all I could say was, “You love eating bananas and I hate them, you have a hidden gene too…”
It was even, at least in my own mind!