Elephant Trouble

I come from a land where elephants are a familiar sight. I see them at the temple festival. I see them at the timber mill. I see them in processions. And oftentimes I have stood beside its massive pillar-like legs and stared at amazement as itjust stood there fanning his ears. I remember how the elephant smelt, how his narrow eyes sometimes instilled the fear of life in you.

Today, I am working abroad, a grown up man. This past week, asleep after a gruesome days work, I saw this massive animal commit a carnage at a temple. Massacring a poor granny and 3 little children. I saw how this beast rammed the body on the ground and sqashed heads and trampled on human corpse. He was in a frenzy. As though he sought revenge. There were hundreds of people on the festival ground, and they were all flying hither and thither in fear of their lives. I experienced fear in its raw form.

I have been having nightmares involving elephants this past week. Twice during the past week. Both considerably scary.

Pachiderm, pachiderm leave me now.