This is one of the earliest saris I wore (at the age of 18), borrowed from my grandmother who is beside me in the picture. I wore her blouse as well, and looking back, I find it amusing to see the awkward happiness of my drape and deportment. I love this particular green as it reminds me of Goddess Meenakshi from Madurai, my home town. I wore the sari and went with paatti to all her friends’ houses during Navrathri. It is a special memory now because I can trace my present love of the sari to this, amongst other stories from the past.
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