Lavender

by Khushreet Kaur Bhatia, 22

Not just a flower,
but a memory in purple—
a colour that breathes calm
and settles storms within me.

It is a dream stitched in fragrance,
a royal hush on restless days,
a reminder that even silence
can bloom.

For me, it is longing—
to wander through endless fields,
to breathe in fresh lavender,
to pluck a stem
and tuck it gently
between the pages
of my favourite book.

They call it
the colour of femininity.
My family calls it mine.
From toothbrush to sweater,
from little trinkets to secret joys—
my world is painted
in shades of lavender.