Recalling my good old days, Saree was something I stayed miles apart. My mother believed I would end up like those shameful specimens who needed help wearing their sarees. And so did I ……
Well, now being Motherless and accommodating grief, all I am left with is her stacked wardrobes and I rummaging through it in search of those tales 🙁
Here I am wearing her sarees today , adorning it and calling it an “Art of Sentimental Upcycling” and cherishing the memories they invoke everytime I wear them 🙂 That yellow one being my Favorite !!
I love your saree collection, Mamma, but I wasn’t in any hurry to own them because I love you just a tiny bit more! Miss you always….