Just did something nice and old yesterday and felt like having an Indian heart filled with courtesies towards nature and heritage.I and Vijji went out in search of Mehndi leaves to apply on hands and feet,though I generally put it on the entire sole of my feet to have a colorful footprint and a cold sensation in the sweltering summer. After going through every park and every road in the township we finally found one handsome, green, stout, tranquil, dense and fresh tree with jingling stems of mehndi leaves as if calling us for their service.The leaves were big and dark green with the water of nature's gestures carrying the colour of happiness that we recieved after we applied it on our palm,fingers and feet.The tree stood like before even more elegantly after being taken as a remembrance in our hearts and after our gratitude to it for offering this moment of joy.
The colours came out very bright and refreshing with the familiar and rich smell of Mehndi making us feel like princesses of nature. While walking barefooted, sometime when I look at my feet,they seem beautiful and tender like an auspicious mark and pull my attention to look at them again and again.I have been stalking my own feet and falling for them since yesterday which have coloured themselves I think with the prints of feminism.They are looking like the feet of a comely, soft and sensitive Indian girl who is fantasised by the different ways of decorating herself with nature and her colours.This henna-feet connection remind me of the valuable girl sitting inside everyone who sometimes fall in seclusion but has as always an urge and titillation to do something new,different,creative and refreshing.Back to my daily schedule I am in the office under the pile of files and books but at the end of the everyday I am happy to meet that girl and gather some more creations.
