Mehandi, I think, acts like an ex!
When it's freshly applied, just like when one is still in a relationship, it demands attention. It's beautiful, even intoxicating, but it binds you, limiting your freedom. With every little movement, one is reminded of its presence.
And when the time comes to wash it off (break up), it's not as simple as wiping it away. So much like parting ways with someone you loved, it leaves behind its mark. The bright and vibrant stain reminds you of the good times, of the days when things felt new and full of promise. You see it every time you look at your hands; even though it's fading, it's still there. Lingering. Holding on.
It's a constant reminder of what you thought might last forever. But as it dulls, you come to terms with its departure. Each day, the color lightens, and so does its weight.
And then one day, just like that, it's gone.
That's when you know—you're ready. Ready for a new beginning, fresh mehandi, a new story, and the future. The old has faded, leaving only memories, and your palms and life are again free to be adorned with something new.
#mehndi #2024
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