My Little Hands

Here is the one of the first henna design on my hands, I was so smitten by the art and its aroma. My senses were filled with this joy. My mom fed me all day since I couldn't let my henna smudge. My cousins picked things I dropped on the floor, just so my henna was intact. It was as if everyone in the room was happy along with me. It felt like everyone shared in my happiness, drawn together by this simple yet profound ritual. Henna creates a kind of bonding that transcends words—it's an experience, a shared joy, woven into every swirl and flourish.