Artwork by Dheeraj Kumar 1. The little kid and the woman he kept inside. I wanted to write about that little kid who bloomed his own flower on his hand by practicing "Ma, I want to be a woman" I remember being in the hands of my mother when she applied mehendi on her hands. She used to draw a moon on my hands and told me "This is who you are." Ma knew, I am learning to be kind like her, ma knew I want to hold that mehendi but was scared to convey, ma knew love has always been