I went to my dear friend Upasana's home for Ganesh Chaturthi, and having worn sarees at my home for two whole days prior, I was in no mood to continue that, as I set off for her home. I wore a puffy courdroy top and pants, looking chic as ever. A 40-minute drive through Bangalore's bad roads later, I was ready to collapse on her couch as soon as I reached.
She was busy with her baby when I got there, and I made myself some tea as the evening carried on. Soon as she was done, I realized she had other designs. She had laid out two sarees, her makeup case, and had plans to drag me to the terrace for a photoshoot! (Another reason I love her).
I gave in, patiently, but in no way was I going to change into a saree blouse (It wouldn't fit me, anyway). I kept my top on, pulling down the sleeves and draped the saree. It was pure cotton, heavy but flowy. I gave in to the mysterious mind of the folds as the saree sat on my body. I cleaned up the folds and arranged them - a midway on how they wanted to arrange themselves and how I wanted them arranged!
I think I have discovered the art of draping. Not enough practice, but getting there. The terrace greeted us with a view of the golden sunset, and rooftops under the Bangalore skies.
And then, this magic happened. #unedited
Love,
Shubhi!
