Two hands with dark, ornate henna-style mandala designs with leaf and paisley motifs across the back of the hand and wrist.

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Henna-style mandala on both hands

Geometric · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are shown, one above the other, each with an intricate symmetrical design of mandala-like panels, paisley shapes and leaf motifs on the back of the hand and wrist. The fine, dense linework is rendered in a single dark brown-black ink, with no shading beyond the pattern itself. The plain green background makes the designs stand out clearly.

Geometric Hand Henna Mandala Paisley Leaf Floral motif Hand Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The paste had to sit for six hours, and Auntie Rukhsana had made it clear that nobody was to touch the palms until it had dried to a crust. So Lina spent the afternoon in the back room of the Eastbrook Dance Hall, perched on a stack of folding chairs with a paper cone in her lap and the bass from the sound check coming through the wall like a slow pulse. The wedding was at seven. The bride's hands were already spoken for.

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Her grandmother had drawn the first designs in a school exercise book, with a biro and a ruler, and Lina had copied them so many times the pages had gone soft. A mandala panel sat at the centre of each wrist, all triangles and rings. Paisley teardrops curled out from it, and leaves hung off the stems towards the knuckles, their tips pointing the same way. She had practised on her own forearm until the lines were thin enough to hold their shape, and she had learned to lift the cone at an angle so the ink ran rather than blobbed.

At half past five the bride's cousin put her head around the door and asked whether the designs would match when they clapped. Lina looked at the two hands laid palm to palm on the table, the mirrored panels and the leaves reaching for each other, and realised she had drawn them to meet. She had not planned it. Her grandmother would have said that was the only way to do it.

When the paste finally came away in dry flakes, the lines were the colour of wet slate. Lina knew they would deepen overnight into the soft brown-black that lasts a fortnight. By morning, nobody in the hall would be able to say which hand had been drawn first.