Day 56. Saturdays have become my unofficial sari-wearing days, just as saris have become my official moodlifter, my very own cheergirl.
And who doesn’t need a cheergirl on a damp, rainy day, especially when you can’t sit at home and see the raindrops create patterns on the windowpane or snuggle up with a book? No such luxuries, here I am off to work.
And who doesn’t need a cheergirl when the egg doesn’t scramble right? The perfectly toasted cheese oregano and butter pepper bread did make up for it. But I needed something more.
So out came this rust south cotton gifted by Ma some years ago. The bright mustard pallu is my cheergirl for the day, my sunshine on a rainy day.

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