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The saree in question was a deep maroon, the colour of dried hibiscus, with a border of real gold zari that had dulled into a warm, honeyed glow over forty years. It smelled of neem and naphthalene balls – the perfume of memory.

But today wasn’t a ‘work’ day in the traditional sense. Today was the first day of Sharadotsav – the nine nights of Navratri. And in their community in Kanpur, the rule was ironclad: the eldest daughter of the house wears the grandmother’s Banarasi saree to the evening aarti . desirulez.net non stop entertainment

Kavya, clad in comfortable yoga pants and a faded college t-shirt, sighed. “Amma, no one wears this to work anymore. I have a Zoom call in an hour. Can’t I just wear my blue kurta?” The saree in question was a deep maroon,