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Long day at work.
Challenging past week.
Trying to get my head around things.
Remembering my dad’s advice, in my teens. “Don’t waste your energy grumbling or moping about something. Channel that energy wasted wallowing in negativity into doing something positive”.
Lost him the year of my Form 3. But when studying for exams, if I felt like giving up on a topic, his words used to ring clear and I’d fervently channel whatever energy I had left to complete my study.
That’s been my motto ever since.
Don’t mope around. Well alright, if only for a little while. Go cry on someone’s shoulder of if you’re not up to that, sob in the shower. Then dry your tears and yourself of course, look for solutions, ask for help, get support, get moving.
So there I was, some days ago, back from a function, home alone, no one to take my shots. Tried some selfies. Apologies for blur snaps. So when I removed my Saree, I took a few shots of just the saree. Saree would’ve been happy, not having me hog the limelight. (Shubha Nafrey, see comments for botched clicks).
Draped my Reception Saree from 1991. A heavy rich wedding saree, purplish kanjivaram silk with gold lines through the body, magenta pink borders and pallu. Mangoes, swans/peacocks in gold on borders and pallu. Absolutely special saree, every warp, weft, a precious memory of our marriage.
Bavani’s Happy Place 