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sarees tell stories
gadwal. when i was too young to know anything about sarees other than all women – yes, it was practically all the women i knew or saw around me – wore them, that word always intrigued me. spending a lot of time in delhi while growing up, i was aware of garhwal, near the himalaya mountains in the north, a hilly place with lots of nice small towns and warmhearted people… many of whom came to delhi in search of…
the jewish new year was celebrated a few days ago. some thoughts on it, sarees, and other things as we got into the mood.…
sarees tell stories
a saree not so pretty, and a lady who came to mean courage
Posted on August 13, 2019
sarees, the word conjures an image of colours, bold and bright, swathes of rich fabric, motifs and intricate weave... but not all sarees are like that.…
sarees tell stories
maharanis, construction workers, ics officers – a saree wearer’s longish ramble
Posted on April 29, 2019six yards, five and a half metres, sometimes nine yards, of material. you have to wrap it around yourself. tuck here, tuck there, make the pleats, hold the pallu in place. it must be so difficult. one must sit still or move around in luxury cars or palanquins if one is in a saree. yet a saree has never demanded that. not really, not ever. in fact, if your palanquin is late, you can simply hitch up your saree a…