Small black elephant tattoo with a raised trunk and a patterned blanket, placed on the side of a person's ribs.

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Small elephant tattoo on the side ribs

Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A small elephant with its trunk raised is tattooed on the side of the torso, shown from behind with the skin partly exposed by a loose white top and denim shorts. The design uses dark outlines with patterned detail on the elephant's blanket and body. The ink is dark with grey tones, and the photograph has a warm vintage filter and a dark background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The painted cloth had been Mohan's grandmother's wedding gift to the elephant, and by the time the monsoon reached the hill fort of Surajgarh, the red and indigo stitching had faded to the colour of stewed tea. Lakshmi did not care about the cloth. She cared about the river, which she could smell long before anyone else in the village would admit it was rising. Each evening she stood beneath the broken north wall, lifted her trunk to the sky and held it there until someone came out to look at her.

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Nobody came out but Anjali, who kept the elephant and had long ago stopped expecting the village to listen to anything it did not already believe. The headman said the elephant was sulking because the mango season had been poor. The schoolmaster said she was simply old. Anjali sat on the bottom step of the bastion with a tin cup of chai going cold in her hands and watched the water creep over the lower gate stones, one by one, as if counting them.

They left before dark, in the end, because Lakshmi would not move from the gate and the water would not wait for the headman to finish his argument. Anjali lifted the children onto the elephant's back, one after another, and the old well-keeper climbed up last with his bundle of brass pots clanking against his knees. The painted blanket rode under them like a map of the lanes they had just walked through, its lozenges and small stars still bright where the lamplight caught them.

The children grew up and moved to the city, and many of them forgot the flood. They did not forget the elephant. When they talked about Surajgarh, they traced the faded pattern on the blanket with their fingers, and they told each other that it showed the road out, which was true, although nobody had painted it on purpose.

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