The first two digits at the beginning of this article make this day "special"...
..in its own way....
:) mysterious smile..
Some days go by and still you can't walk along with those some days. Now traveling with time is not something we are totally in control off. Quite a bit of it happens involuntary. So it happened and is happening at this moment with me. I'm pulled with the passage of time. That be it. Do I wanna lodge myself in a dark, maybe a candle-lit corner of the past, or do I wanna run fast, very fast to the future, a future under the stars when the night would be a glittering glory. Some answers I seek myself, from myself and for myself.
More than a week ago, someone while humming tunes to herself and sitting cross-legged on the floor, from a folded-cone of plastic paper had adorned mehendi on my palms (both sides), extending it far into my hands towards my elbows, but not quite reaching it. Artistic. Depicting Culture. Smelling, Just Right, the way mehendi smells. mmmmmm.....
But my hand is now, just a faint shade of the deep vermillion, which at its peak was dark maroon. Like a dilapidating relic of the past.
1 comment:
im inspired. im gettin mehendi put over the weekend.
lol kiddin i have to get it put..family occassion lol
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