Dark brown henna floral design with dotted borders, swirls and leaf motifs across the back of a hand and fingers, styled as a botanical design.

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Henna floral design across the back of a hand

Botanical · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A hand is shown with a henna design covering the back, wrist and fingers, including a large floral medallion, a curling swirl and a dotted border that runs along the fingers. The lines are fine and the motifs are filled with small petals and teardrop leaves, with the design built from repeated rounded shapes. The ink is a single dark brown tone on light skin against a pale background, with a silver ring and purple nail polish also visible.

Botanical Dotwork Hand Henna Floral Swirl Dot Leaves Petal Border Medallion

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Keep the cone moving, Sana, or the line will spread like gossip at a wedding. Aunty Farida did not look up from the back of the hand she was working. Her wrist rested on a folded tea towel, and the paste came out of the cone in a thread no thicker than a sewing needle. Sana watched the rounded petals bloom one after another, each closed with a dot, each dot placed with the tip of a cocktail stick dipped in lemon and sugar.

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Farida had learnt the pattern from her own mother in a flat above a sweet shop in Bradford, copied from a paper bride's sleeve she had carried home on the bus. The swirl at the wrist, she said, was the spiral a snail leaves when it turns back on itself. The leaves were teardrops because a teardrop was the only shape a tired hand could make the same way every time. Sana tried one and produced a fat, sulking blob. Farida laughed, wiped it away with a corner of tissue, and told her to breathe out through her nose while she worked.

Three days later the dried paste was flaked off and the design stood out the colour of strong tea. It would darken for another day, Farida promised, then settle. The lace at the knuckles was already softening at the edges, the way the dots always went first.

Sana kept the cone in the drawer afterwards, wrapped in cling film. Whenever a customer asked for something new she drew the medallion first, then the border, then the dots, because her aunt had said the dots were where the hand kept the work longest. Farida had been gone two winters now. The dots still held.