IT STARTED, AS IT INVARIABLY DOES, with the roses. They caught my eye and I thought how much they mirrored my own sensibilities, a little bit vintage English, and little bit desi traditionalist, a whole lot of pretty. And then there's the dresses, cute and short, but trimmed with ribbons pulled from a darzi's shelf in an alleyway of some bazaar, but contemporary enough for any evening, at any venue, in any place in the world, really. Quite unexpectedly there came the lenghas with tie-dyed skirts, tribal chic and batik prints but made-modern with cinched waists and flared dupattas. And in the end, it was love.
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