A grid of brown and gold mehndi-style floral and paisley motifs on a white background, offered as tattoo flash.

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Grid of henna-style floral motifs

Botanical · Colour · Flash

The image is a grid of around forty small ornamental motifs, including mandalas, lotus-like flowers, paisley shapes, peacocks and leaf sprays. They are drawn in clean, symmetrical line work with some solid fills, in shades of brown and gold. The motifs are evenly spaced in rows on a plain white background, like a flash sheet.

Botanical Geometric Mandala Flower Paisley Peacock Leaf Lotus Henna Floral motif

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mira's mother had stamped the same flower into brides' palms for thirty years, and when her hands began to shake, the work passed to Mira, who was eleven and mostly interested in the dance hall across the square, where the drummers tuned up on Thursdays. The hall had a floor of pale boards that rang like a bell under bare feet. Her mother said the paste must be mixed with lemon and sugar and left to sit overnight, or the lines would bleed like ink in the rain.

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One Thursday a stranger came in with a folded paper of peacocks and paisley, asking whether someone could copy a pattern onto the hall's back wall, which no one had ever wanted. He said he had danced here once, before the roof was mended, and had left something under a loose board. Mira pried up the boards with the knife her mother used for cutting fruit. Under the third board she found a tin, and inside it a sheet of motifs in brown ink: lotus heads, leaf sprays, mandalas, each one a little different from the last.

She copied them out that night by lamplight, one by one, the way her mother had taught her, drawing from the centre outwards so the symmetry held. When the stranger came back, she had done forty, and she laid them in rows across the floor for him to see. He walked the length of them slowly, touching none, then said his wife had worn a peacock on her wrist the night they met here, and that he had never once managed to draw it himself.

Mira folded the tin shut and gave it back to him. She kept the copies. When the drummers started up on Thursday she stood at the edge of the boards with ink still on her fingers, counting the patterns under her breath while the dancers turned past her, the way other children counted stairs.