Fiction: The Tenderness of the Wild Heart by Fathima Roshni
Photo Source: Unsplash Oshin lifts her hand to reach the flower at the farthest end of the hibiscus plant. The red flower appears to be devoid of any blemishes. She places it in the Tupperware on the ground, alongside the five others she has already plucked. Her grandmother taught her how to make a hibiscus thali when she was five. Ever since, she has washed her hair with it at least once a month. For her, it is a means to reminisce about the days spent in her grandmother’s warmth. Well,...