An undying love affair with 6m of cloth

I HAVE an undying love affair with the sari, which was ignited by my mother. For most of her life, my mother wore a sari from dawn to dusk, at home and on all outings. Hence, for me, the sari has epitomised my mother – and all that is loving, caring and compassionate.

More than six decades later, my relationship with the 6m of cloth is as strong as ever – never mind that this alluring garment has traded its popularity for Western dress and other Eastern costumes. This includes the punjabi, lehenga and salwar kameez – which are reputedly easier to manage.

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