Kamal bore the composure of a Hindu saint as he waited to meet us at the airport in the Rajasthan city of Udaipur. He wore an ironed business shirt and dark trousers that told me he had a good wife. His sweet face made me think of the beloved yogi Ramana Maharshi.
With a wiggle of the head perfectly expressing his amiable nature, Kamal said, “If there’s anything you will be wanting, Madame, it will be my duty and privilege also.”
“Well, Kamal,” I said, “what we need is an elephant. Can you do that? Can you get us an elephant?”
