Those pictures make me nostalgic of my childhood and the precious times spent with my grandma. It brings back the smell and sensation of fresh henna she used to put on my hands when I begged her to do so. She was pleased, and I was proud to show it off to my friends in kindergarden the next morning, and the next following days until it completely faded.
My grandma still puts it on for me :) just like that
I don’t know what I should do
Or maybe I do know what I should do
Everything’s all jumbled