I came across this miniature bronze elephant in the lobby of the Leela in Kovalam. I had just settled in one of the lobby sofas after an ‘authentic Keralan’ lunch with a foreign travel agent. ‘Authentic’ is what everyone prefers these days; at least I do notice it being used a lot when it comes to experiencing local food.
In the midst of our conversation, the agent noticed the profusion of hand-crafted curios making up the décor of the lobby. While she remarked about most of them, turn by turn, this little elephant attracted my attention the most.
It is probably bronze; might cost a lot of money too. The elephant could easily come alive, or so I thought, majestic yet tiny – marching across the glass table onto the stretching tarmac of the sofa-cushions. It would probably trumpet (the effect would be just right in a sprawling lobby full of the rich and the busy); the accelerated verdigris formation (these emporium guys can make anything look old for a few extra dollars) falling off as it walked.
How does it feel when you are locked in metal, to a size many times smaller than what you actually are? Or for that matter, locked in flesh as we are?