My Grandma says she has witnessed an unseen world - unseen from behind her ghoongat and now behind her glasses. Skimming through her chest of belongings, she narrates her fables. "Households have changed, but celebration is the same." Her favorite was evidently the celebration of beauty. From everyday bindis to occasional beedis, to the chime of her anklets. She is my sartorial guru.
This festive season, we revisit our grandma's chest to prepare for a modern shringaar. The comfort of her aged muls, celebrated with strings of gold and silver, and dipped in colors of the season.