I wore a saree to a poetry event today. Unlike the last time, it was a rushed drape of an unstarched cotton. I look like an amma. But I was on my way to a new poetry event. And I thought it would be nice to do gentle romantic piece….
*This is a sponsored post. The pictures are from a wedding I attended. Two of my friends got married this week. I attended a ceremony that lasted over 6 hours, included a pheras-around-fire ritual, several small in-family practices, a wedding dinner and reception. And this was actually an Indian Wedding…
No, this is serious. I am friend, businesswoman, creative thinker, socially aware voice, family woman, hot single girl, gal pal and a host of other things.
All that noise and gunfire and the sound of grown men weeping? That’s just the sound of someone getting his just desserts.
Why is motherhood a decision taken by consensus, not my consent? Do I want kids? I don’t know.
I have adopted the saree as my go-to garment. Its versatility really appeals to my creative side and liberates me from the shackles of womens wear.
For the Indian man, there’s only one real woman in every relationship. It always goes back to her.
I razzed up an antique tussar silk saree with a different drape and an unusual accessory. This was for a friend’s wedding.
So India’s contribution to otherworldly beauties is pregnant. My first thought was that it wasn’t either parent who announced this news but the grandfather (and indisputably the more famous Bachchan). I wonder if someone were to ask the younger Bachchan how come he didn’t say anything, his reply would be,…
I first started wearing sarees in my early teens. My mother would host a haldi-kumkum function for the ladies of the colony during Navratri. I was deputed to assist her in shopping for, packaging the giveaways, receiving guests and serving them. Over the years, I graduated from pavadai (Southern lehenga)…