One hand full of stories…
One hand full of dreams….
Between silk sarees and tiny braids,
between experience and innocence,
a silent promise is exchanged —that
“We belong to the same roots.”

In those small held hands
is curiosity, admiration,
and a love that needs no introduction.

Family gatherings quietly bridges time.
In these small treasured moments of happiness…
love learns its own legacy

Because on times like these
it is memory meeting its future.

— Suvi’s Scribbles