Deepa Krishnan, at Desi Crittic blog
To tell the truth, I find the draping of the saree a sensuous pleasure. That final flinging of the pallu over the shoulder, the twisting to look at your back in the mirror, the feel of crepe silk as it goes round the bare midriff - everything contributes to a subtle sensual delight even as you dress for work. The saree allows me to be feminine, to experiment with colours and jewellery, confident that no matter what kind of figure I have, this garment will help me look my best.
On formal occasions such as weddings, saree draping is a group affair. At tea-time, the women of the household exchange notes: “What are you planning to wear?” “Ah, that gold and maroon one? Perfect.” “Are you going to wear those ruby tear-drops? You know, the ones you bought in Hyderabad?” By 6:00 p.m., the bedrooms in the house have been invaded by women, there are sarees strewn everywhere on the bed and garlands of jasmine by the dressing table. The women are in a state of sensory exploration.
I share her confidence in Saree to help her look her best. And, yes, there are times when the whole world does revolve around a saree.