it's been one of those weeks, when by the time it's friday evening, i am almost passing out with mental hyper acrobatics, mind in a stupor practically. but something stops it from shutting down.
got to choose a saree. it's friday evening.
i dragged myself to the cupboard and opened the door with weary hands. my tired gaze wandered over the stacks of fabric, nothing registered, all was a mass of colours.
when i felt my hand reach out even before my eyes saw the saree. how does that happen? i don't know. but it does. it did. maybe it was the colour.
oh, what a red.
i felt my drooping shoulders lift. yes, that saree...or... maybe?..
what blouse, i heard my mind murmur to me.
a fine silk from sonepur in odisha, with the simple ek phulia motif and delicate ikkat or bandha on the pallu. bought it two years ago for my sixtieth birthday because my father was born in odisha, in sambalpur. the other birthday saree came from benaras, where my mother was born, it's what i'm wearing on the banner of this blog... will take nice shots and write about my sixtieth birthday sarees some day. i looked at the saree again.
i tried to resist, since i was not in a compliant mood. but the red would have none of it.
sonepur ikkat of odisha from a lovely shareer dokan (ok ok saree shop) called vani vrtti.
photos credit ferolyn fernandez
