I love borrowing saris from my grandmothers. There is simply no other feeling like it in the world. I wore this sari for Navrathri last year when I went to Triplicane’s agraharam streets with a dear friend and watched Parthasarathy being carried through in procession. It was a real episode out of time – I could hardly believe that such corners remained in highly urbanized Chennai, seemingly untouched by any modern influences. Compare this picture to my other Navrathri post (taken 6 years after) and you will see how much happier I am in a sari now!
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