My mother had a red pochampalli that I loved, but it tore, and my practical mum converted it into diwan and cushion covers. I mourned that sari forever. One day amma saw this grey version in Lepakshi and bought it for me, hoping to stop my whining over the dearly departed red pochampalli. It did somewhat – but then, I learned that I could whine my way to nice sarees 😀 (Children, of every age, are evil manipulators! :D)