One of the items on my mother’s to-do list in the days before my wedding was: “Teach her to wear a saree.”
That was many years ago when my saree-wearing skills were next to zero. I am much better at the job now, but even so, I invariably have a “bad-saree-day” — the pleats don’t fall right and I weep tears of frustration that they don’t. I have ruefully accepted the fact that I shall go through life with less than perfect saree savoir faire.
