The Child Still Smiles ❤️

The child in me
always comes alive
whenever I see mehendi.
It doesn't matter
if there's a festival,
a wedding,
or no occasion at all.
Show me a book of designs,
and I will be excited to choose my favourite one,
while my friends patiently
fill my hands with beautiful patterns.
I wait for it to dry,
guard it like a little treasure,
and secretly hope
the stain turns to its darkest shade.
A few fresh flowers nearby,
their gentle scent floating in the air...
A handful of glass bangles,
singing softly with every movement...
They make the moment complete.
But mehendi has my heart.
Maybe that's why
the child in me
never really grows up.
It still finds magic
in little things—
fresh flowers,
the melody of bangles,
and hands blooming with mehendi,
even on the most ordinary days.