Henna Appointment on April 10, 2014
And I thought I wouldn’t have another appointment until May. Huh. Fortunately, I was wrong. That same week, I received a request from my sister in law’s sister, who was also at the Henna Party, to get two of the remaining sides of her hands done before the Wedding that Friday. I was more than happy to oblige.
So she came that night, two sides of her hands henna free. Two beautiful canvases ready to be drawn upon and to beautify. How should I do it, the question raced into my head. Ah well, as it is a wedding, might as well go all out.
I grabbed a tube of henna, giving it a gentle squeeze, testing out the flow of the paste on a white paper towel. The fragrant smell of henna drifted to my nose and I closed my eyes momentarily, letting the beautiful smell wash over me, relaxing and loosening up my muscles. And then my eyes opened, and I just knew exactly what I wanted to do.
Starting at the base of the wrist, I laid down a foundation, from which grew a beautiful flower, then another and then another. The leaves curled themselves around the flowers, fitting inside each other like pieces of puzzles, floating around on the hand in such magnificent harmony. Blossoming and curling, round and round, until they finally reached the fingertips, where they flourished and danced.
I looked up, coming out of the trance created by the patterns emerging from the tip of the tube, as if the tube had a will of its own. I rubbed my eyes. All done.
Her smile was radiant as she observed the handiwork. She was so pleased with the results. And that is what makes me do what I do. I love the smile of the girl sitting in front of me, happy with the beautification of her hands, hands which she probably would give much thought to on a regular basis but on this occasion, will stare at and flaunt to the world consciously.