Jasmine Evenings in Thrissur
Every Friday evening in Thrissur, Malini gathered with the women of her neighborhood in the open courtyard behind her ancestral home. Under the hibiscus tree, laughter mingled with the scent of jasmine as mothers, daughters, and elder aunties wove gajras and shared quiet rituals.
Malini remembered attending these gatherings as a child, fascinated by the gentle intimacy, hair oiled, braids redone, secrets whispered, songs hummed. Now, her daughter Meera sat beside her, learning the same gestures, the same unspoken rhythm.
In small towns like Thrissur, beauty is shared, tied into jasmine, passed through generations. This artwork celebrates those twilight moments, the quiet power of feminine companionship, and the love in timeless rituals.
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