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.…
should a chair wear a saree? at its own risk, i guess. but i was staring at this wonderful kanjeevaram silk i’d just fallen flat for and instantly bought in bangalore on a recent trip, when i felt the wish to write something come and disturb my peace. what i fell for in this one were those tiny checks in mustard and the ganga jamna border in two different colours and yes, also the rich maroony pink colour… the checks…