Saree, sensuous and elegant. The first thoughts that come to my mind.
I fell in love all over again, with the Saree. The lady in the movie looked divine in a saree. Absolutely smashing. I became nostalgic.
It was last year. Now, don’t you ask me the date. She asked me to come to her cousin’s reception. She would be wearing a saree. I had been waiting to see her in a saree. I had always seen her only in Salwars and jeans and I always felt that she looked smashing in salwars.
My parents were here and I could not tell them where I was going so late in the night. I managed to lie. I knew they dint buy my lies. They knew what I was upto, and they were sweet enough to ignore my lies. But, they weren’t so sweet as to not tease me.
I had always heard from her, the catcalls, the whistles, the compliments she got when she wore a saree. I was so looking forward to seeing her.
I dressed up, quite decently for my usual dressing. I revved up and set out to meet her.
I reached the destination. Called her up. She said she had be down in a moment. She came down.
Blood rushed through my body. My heart fluttered. I was sure that everyone could hear my heart beating faster. I had seen many a lady dressed in sarees. But, never one like this. She scorched the place. Adjectives were furiously fighting in my mind to place her. Elegant, sensuous, striking, lovely. These are but the few adjectives I used to describe her that day.
I was in love with her more than ever.
The saree seems to have been woven for her. It looked as if the saree was happy to drape and hug her. It seemed the saree was in love with her.
