The Hands That Found Me

Mamta Bariah Herland

A symbolic journey through a surreal wave of loss and silent rescue—where a discarded rose symbolizes what is often ignored, and weathered hands redefine love with gentle persistence. In this delicate exchange, care transcends time, and even absence becomes integral to devotion.

 

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