i used to be besotted with hands. my children's little hands, my grandmother's wrinkly soft hands embroidering, my house help's hands washing the dishes and to the gentle sounds her glass bangles made. i believe that the the busier the hand the more beautiful it is.
with me in charge of most chores around the house these days, i am beginning to notice a change in my hands' texture. really, no amount of moisturizing helps. in stead, i end up not bothering to moisturize. and, with the little time i get, i really don't know whether to massage my hands or to sip on my cup of tea! no prizes for guessing what i chose to do... and, believe in inner beauty.
two hands working
can do more
than a thousand clasped in prayer.
- Author unknown