A torn sari would not escape my preying hands so easily. Its like escaping a heavily guarded prison, of sorts. I can not normally let good fabric to go waste, especially with color and work like this proud specimen of bright mustard flower woven cloth. But the sad fact remained that as a sari it would function no more… and thus the dress. Paired here with a chunky cream necklace, and a contrasting brown watch, I’m glad that no part of this dress found its way to the trash that day.
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Babita Jaishankar 