Oh I love your essays, your Naqaab project and everything you write, Samira. But this one's so precious! Tell your daughter we loved her creativity and you do look so beautiful :))
I used to sit and watch my mother as she'd dress for work - the way she'd drape her saree, the exactness of each fold. And then carefully lift her bottle of perfume for a whiff long after she'd left home.
This was so beautiful to read, Samira. Love the nuance of your writing. And please tell your daughter I love her handiwork.
Thank you Deepika! What is it with mother's getting ready for work and their unmatched beauty? 😊 The perfume application looked like such an art - I would equate it to the Japanese tea ceremony - the flick of the wrist and the careful dab behind the ears! I will tell my daughter that her work was very much appreciated.
Beautiful Beautiful. 🥰
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Beautiful!!!
My daughter thought, still thinks I'm beautiful, yet I've not said it to her may times. Sad
It is never too late to begin :)
Oh I love your essays, your Naqaab project and everything you write, Samira. But this one's so precious! Tell your daughter we loved her creativity and you do look so beautiful :))
Thank you Sanobar! She will be so happy tonhear that :)
I used to sit and watch my mother as she'd dress for work - the way she'd drape her saree, the exactness of each fold. And then carefully lift her bottle of perfume for a whiff long after she'd left home.
This was so beautiful to read, Samira. Love the nuance of your writing. And please tell your daughter I love her handiwork.
Thank you Deepika! What is it with mother's getting ready for work and their unmatched beauty? 😊 The perfume application looked like such an art - I would equate it to the Japanese tea ceremony - the flick of the wrist and the careful dab behind the ears! I will tell my daughter that her work was very much appreciated.