Black linework tattoo of the elephant-headed deity Ganesha within a circular mandala border, in fine line style, on the upper leg.

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Ganesha within a mandala on a thigh

Fine line · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows the seated elephant-headed deity Ganesha with four arms, a tall ornate crown, a trunk curling to one side and a forehead marking. He is framed by a circular mandala border with lotus motifs at the sides, and the figure is outlined with a thin, even black line. The design is black ink only, with little or no shading, and it is centred on a fleshy limb in a close, straight-on view.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain came sideways through the Tuesday market at Pallavi Crossing, and by noon the lane between the spice sacks and the cloth stalls had turned to brown soup. Asha Venkat had nine trays of sweetened dumplings under a tarpaulin that sagged like a wet sail, and not one customer under it. Her cart wheel had sunk to the axle outside the gate. She was counting coins twice in her palm when the stranger came up the lane.

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He was a broad, slow man with a great grey head like a ploughshare, a crown of folded brass that caught the grey light, and a trunk he used to lift a dropped cloth out of the mud. He did not look at the trays. He looked at the cart. 'Your wheel is sitting on a stone,' he said, 'and you are pushing the wrong way.' Asha pushed the wrong way for an hour before she believed him, and then the cart rose out of the mud with a sucking sound that made the cloth merchants laugh.

He ate one sweet from the top tray, licked his fingers, and asked for nothing. When she offered him a second he shook his head. 'Clear the obstacles from other people's roads first,' he said, 'and your own will clear without asking.' She thought he was setting a riddle so he would not have to pay, and she said so. He laughed until a pigeon fell off the awning.

By evening the rain had stopped and every tray was empty. In the mud where the cart had stood she found a single print, round as a bowl, with a small mark beside it where a mouse had walked. She did not sell the cart that week, nor the week after, and when people asked why the Tuesday sweets were always gone by two, she said the market had a good road now, and she left it there.