Draping and carrying off a sari is truly an art. I thought I had mastered that one on my trip to Europe when I had to drape one everyday in a span of five minutes, in all sorts of odd places, like travelling buses, greenrooms packed with mad Parsi and Catholic women etc
Today, in a bout of festive fervour, I pulled out a purple and green one gifted to me by my buddy Poornima for her wedding and wore it to office.
It’s the end of the day, and the pleats are trailing westward, the pallu is sweeping the floor and I look a couple of kilos heavier.
Kudso to anyone who can carry off the damn thing with finesse.
Stick to ‘Sy Blues’ ……
if it comforts you- my linnen suits look no better in warm climate at the end of the day…