“I love your pink dress” said a little girl to my mom as we were walking down the streets of Bainbridge Island. She was referring to my mom’s pink sari. “How do you wear it?” “How big is it?” “What do you call the shirt you wear with this” (she was referring to the blouse) asked the little girl’s mother. Such is the attraction and beauty of the 6 yards draped with elegance. It signifies a paradoxical image of an…
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