Her friend puts silver bhutis on an aubergine chiffon, prints the pallu with pink paisleys and gives it to her, telling her to send a picture when she wears it. This is the friend of shared first intimacies...about first periods, first dates, first nights and first pregnancies.
She drapes the sari one Saturday morning to a wedding where they are ushers, seating and smiling at guests. He in blue buttoned sleeves and she in aubergine chiffon slung tight, large silver jhumkas and gem studded kitten heels.
The lunch is eaten, the oxytocin spreads, and they are alone.
He struggles laboriously to unfasten unfamiliar choli hooks and pins, unwraps all and then lays the pure chiffon back on her in a single layer to look and touch as if through a chiffon glass.
Chiffon Burn Day with towels layered under her to catch menstrual blood.
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