For an Indian girl, Mehendi is not just a beauty accessory. It is the reflection of the delicate feelings that only a young girl can feel. It is the hope of a beautiful and blessed future. It is the hope of marriage. Even since I was a young girl, I loved applying Mehendi. I learned the art from my wonderful cousin sisters. It was not just the Mehendi. It was everything that surrounded it. The eucalyptus oil applied on the hands before beginning, the lemon-sugar syrup to keep it from falling off, the plastic bags used to cover it while bathing in the morning to keep it from coming in contact with water, the oil applied and the clove mist given to improve color. All the tender loving care given to the mehendi that only women really deserve.
L. found out somehow that I love Mehendi (well, I must have told him), so he insisted that I apply some. I kept finding excuses for not doing so. Honestly, I just wasn't emotionally ready. He kept insisting..to the extent that he sat next to me while I applied it..to reassure me of his love. This is certainly not the best mehendi I've applied, but it's so special because it finally made me believe in love again. This was many many months ago. And now, the time is fast approaching for the dreams to come true..
Mehendi hai rachne waali..Haatho mein geheri laali...
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