riddhi puranik
tiny human
Babies that smile when they look at strangers. Their gummy and hopeful smiles play with my heartstrings as I melt to a puddle. Their eyelashes frame their doe eyes and they flutter the lids as they gaze with fascination at the strange sights in front of them. Their parents look at where their baby’s eyes are fixated and they follow that path to gaze at your wonderstruck face, an awkward exchange of smiles ensues. You fixate yourself onto the tiny human as they disappear with every step they take; you smile knowing that the future and the past will both collude with this.
