Yes, I breastfeed him. He is my son,” says Namita, caressing the monkey.

More than four years ago, her woodcutter husband found a dying baby monkey under a tree after a fierce storm. He brought the animal home in Chandrapur village on the outskirts of the Udaipur town in Tripura’s South District.

“The monkey fell ill after the storm in which it lost its parents. I decided to bring him up with my daughters,” says Namita.

Sibling

Her daughters, Dipti and Tripiti, treat the monkey as a sibling.

“We tie rakhi (a sacred thread) on Buru’s wrists during the Indian festival when sisters wish their brothers well,” says Dipti, the elder of the two. Namita and her husband manage to earn around $100 together every month and barely manage to make ends meet.

But that does not deter Namita from spending to bring up the monkey. It is not uncommon for poor rural families in Tripura to keep pets, but Namita is visibly upset when a photographer calls the monkey a pet.

“This is not a pet, this is my son. Please get that right,” she insists. ”I did not have a son. God finally gave me one,” says Namita, as she continued to breastfeed the monkey.
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Oh well, since we supposedly evolved from apes it's only fair we help our 'slow' brothers feel more human .

Thank heavens we don't see such madness in Africa.