Hand in Hand
I've always believed love isn't about holding on tightly, but about holding on together. His hand carries ash and rudraksha, the quiet strength of stillness. Hers wears red bangles and the warmth of everyday life. A tiny damaru swings between them, keeping time. Neither pulls, and neither lets go.
I painted the sky in sunset orange because that's the colour devotion feels like to me. This is my small prayer for everyone who walks through life hand in hand.
With love, Kavi