It’s the last evening in Kolkata before we return to our daily grind. The grey melancholy of nuclear family lives. It has been a fortnight of fun and festivities, unadulterated and pristine, the kind whose memories never fail to light a twinkle in your eyes or bring a smile to your faces. And a silver Arani silk is what I pick for the last evening of adda. Embellished with a dark chocolate temple border. One of my favourites.

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