Colour tattoo of an adult elephant and calf decorated with floral patterns and leaves on the forearm.

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Elephant and calf with floral patterns

Neo-trad · Forearm · Colour · Photo

An adult elephant stands with its trunk curled around a smaller calf, both covered in ornate flowers, paisley-style swirls and dotted patterns. The linework is dark and bold, with soft shading on the grey skin and the elephants' tusks. Pink, blue, green and red inks dominate the composition, and a column of green leaves runs down the adult elephant's trunk.

Neo-trad Forearm Elephant Calf Flower Leaves Paisley Pattern Trunk

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down and stop fidgeting, the lot of you. The painter in Parvalpur was called Ashok, and for forty years he had painted the elephants for the spring procession, lotus and vine up their legs, dots like spilt marigold across their backs. Nobody else was trusted with the brushes. When his hands began to shake, he sent for his niece, Meena, who was twelve and could already draw a better peacock than he could.

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The calf that year was called Chhoti, which means little one, and she would not hold still. Every time Meena lifted the brush, Chhoti swung her trunk round and tried to snatch the pot of pink. The mahout shouted. The keeper wept into his turban. So Ashok sat on an upturned crate and told the girl to let the mother do the work. Lakshmi, the old cow, lowered her great head, and Meena painted a flower on her forehead, then another on her ear, then swirls down the wrinkles of her trunk like the loops of a careful letter.

Then the calf finally crept to her mother's side and pressed against her, and Lakshmi curled her trunk around the little one the way you hold a sleeping child on a night train. Meena painted the leaves in green, one by one, running them down the trunk until they reached the calf's own small curl.

When the paint was dry, the procession went out through the gate in the morning light. Ashok swore that by evening the dots had rubbed off onto the mother's grey hide, and the calf had carried a little of the pattern too, and that nobody in the town could say afterwards which of the two had been painted first.