The story travels back 30 years when my love affair with Indian textiles began. My ma marched me down to Dakshinapan and layered my wardrobe with the Indian idiom. My wedding trousseau was resplendent with the colours and textures of India. Kanjivaram, Bomkai, Sambalpuri, Pochampalli, Maheswari, Chanderi, Patola, Bandhani,Leheriya, Zardozi, Kantha, Dhakai, Baluchari, Gadhwal, Mysore crepe, Assamese Munga, Benarasi, Jamdani, Tussars. I have them all.  I daresay the affair has become more passionate with time. I am one of a dying breed who unabashedly wears the six yards – EVERYWHERE!

This is my mas wedding Benarasi in real gold. I wore it for my Ashirwad as did my sister. Wearing the gold jadau set she wore when she got married. A precious sari creating enduring memories.

The sari was very fragile and was coming apart when my sister wore it. Remains a memory wrapped in mulmul at the bottom of my ma’s cupboard!