Day 65. The house is renovated and everything is awry. Kitchen in the balcony, teacups and other utensils in the bedroom, wardrobe in the kitchen, hidden behind curtains of plastic sheets to guard against any oil that may splutter from the kadhai. Yet, Kakima (my sister-in-law Sarmistha’s mother) had taken care to bring out some saris for me to choose from and wear for the pact. And playing “shopkeeper” was Sarmistha. Sitting on the divan, she spread out each sari, unraveling a rainbow of colours and prodded with the customary “Didi, dekhun na… Eta khub sundor…Amader ekhane sarir quality niye apnake bhabte hobe na (Didi, see this one, it’s beautiful. The quality of our saris won’t give you any chance for concern)!”. Only, there was no price for these saris. You can’t pay for love and affection.
I brought home 3 saris and this ikkat is the first of those. Paired it with a khadi blouse. Starting the week in a priceless sari, wrapped in six yards of love.
The neckpiece and earrings are gifts from Srirupa.