Ever since my friend Mari blogged about how sketching giraffes has almost become her trademark, I have been doodling elephants everywhere.
Meetings that go on long past their scheduled time have now taken on a new meaning. More elephants can be found in my spiral-bound, square-line notebook than in the forests of Mudumalai.
The car window steamed up on the way to work, and before I knew it, an elephant was up there engrossed in observing the street life of Bombay.
My son wanted a star for doing his homework well. He got an elephant instead.
I sketched an elephant on the fly-page of a book I recently bought even before signing my name.
But I knew things had gone too far when I caught my elephant just before she lumbered onto a cheque.
Maybe I need to have a strict conversation with my elephant patronus and ask her to keep her sisters in check. Much as I adore pachyderms, I am not sure if I really want them to take over my life.