My fingers, my thumbs run my own little world, you know!
They connect me to my peers – my people. The people. They type what my heart shouts, but mouth stays shut.
I look at my palm I love wearing henna when they say “Henna stains speak of the deeper love”!
Do they really mean that? Is it so significant? Will they bring me fortune and good luck?
I know not.
But… I am sure, the fingers, the thumb, the palms – they are all in a relationship. A romantic one! ‘Cuz, they so complete each other.
They complete me, as well. My expressions, my thoughts, and my love by putting them into mere words.
These hands – these techie hands – don’t just type out codes or touch the screens to solve problems.
They shower love, affection, and care too. They gift flowers too. To someone so full of life and love. ❤️
They share the relationship of touch with him. Caressing, rubbing the back of his hands and assuring of nothing, but positivity always.
In this dance of fingers, emotions unfold,
A language unspoken, yet truth be told.
For, in these hands, a world comes alive,
A symphony of love, in which we thrive.