This sari reminds me of my mother – when she was youthful, joyous and very busy raising us. She would wear it with a very modest long-sleeved black blouse, hair twisted into a loose and low bun. Her slim frame would hold the sari neatly in pleats that never went out of place. Her subdued circular maroon bindi making her angular features, even more, pronounced. Her face would always be bereft on any make-up, yet glowing with contentment and calm.
I have none of her grace – but I found a piece of cloth that reminded me of her, at a time when cameras only came out when you put on your heavy silks. That is why, this is my first sari at #sareepact #1/100 sareepact.