Tag: Indian Wedding Saree

Indian weddings are a tribute to heritage, love, and colourful attire. For brides, bridesmaids, and visitors alike, sarees remain the maximum traditional and complicated choice amongst all of the apparel options. However, choosing the best saree is probably hard due to the extensive style of styles, materials, and designs available. This manual will help you in selecting the best saree for every activity at an Indian wedding, making sure which you appear suitable whilst adhering to the spirit of the event. The Best Bride Sarees Since the bride will be the center of attention to detail, her saree should showcase both her individuality and the occasion’s grandeur. Here are a few excellent choices of bridal sarees: The Kanjeevaram Silk Sarees

Sarees and its Significance Saree is the traditional dress of Indian ladies. In ancient times saree was the only clothing worn by the Indian ladies. But now this trend has changed; ladies are wearing jeans, gowns, shorts, capris and skirts, etc. But when it comes to weddings, Indians preferably stick to their tradition of wedding sarees. Around two to three decades ago wedding sarees were heavy and difficult to wear. Banarasi and kanchipuram silk tops top the list of favorite wedding saree among brides. Imitating bollywood trend is the basic nature of Indian brides. This helps in updating their fashion knowledge. Bollywood Trends Saree is the traditional dress of Indian women and Bollywood is the name given to Indian film

I know that many of you will be stirred by waiting for this last blog which is speaking about the end of my journey (in an airplane, probably). So here is the update.

As you may know, I traveled in train which dropped me to a village to where my would-be groom belonged. For this one I can say, without a doubt that this Bus ride had a bigger bang on me than any other.

The excitement of a journey usually starts with the planning, plotting your rail routes and traveling finances. I had none. I was left only with excitement. So I reached the railway station. The place was already full of travelers, men, women, children, foreigners, security personnel and many more. Coolies in kurtas, with brass badges displaying their numbers tied to their forelimbs were approaching travelers. I didn’t know where I wanted to go. There I saw a train on platform 1 (where I was standing). I decided to board it.

That day everybody would have thought/screamed ‘Where could the bride possibly be?’ If they all wanted to find the Runaway Bride, then they kind of needed this blog. Boo! What is a wedding? Good food, good clothes, good dancing, good times? This blog is dedicated to the day which led to the following story. Here I am talking about MY marriage. Which eventually I didn’t attend. So it all started with the day when my parents made me meet this guy. A guy whom I did not like at the very first glance. Forgive me for these words but he was short, bald and yes how I can forget his bulging tummy. Fine…I may be exaggerating a bit but trust

1. Wearing only prints or wearing only solid hues is a no-no this season. Gel these two and create a block of prints and colors.

My only blog I swear having these many questions! Go ahead… No no no…its not a drama class. Its me! What am I trying to do? I have decided to pack all those pretty sarees I showed you lately and bring them with me back to my home. And why am I taking the TRUNK with me? Because it will remind me of those hidden beautiful memories I have recently met.

I don’t answer my phone. There are few people with whom I go for a spontaneous phone conversations. I consider myself rude – and frankly, rather shy – for not picking up the phone when they call. This time, when I was trying my granny’s old (very old and quite pretty) lehenga-choli, I received a call. The call was rather from a special person..special to me. Though I didn’t want to receive, I had to. You must be thinking why I didn’t ignore it! Because the call was on granny’s landline and yes Einstein..we can’t put it on silent mode!

There has never been a simpler, faster, and more beautiful way to scan your old photos. Today I will be telling you about the time I unveiled the old photographs from my granny’s trunk. As you can probably tell, I am pretty obsessed with old stuffs around here. A single trunk, and the mementos inside, have the power to tell an unbelievable story–the story of a life lived, true love, or a memorable event. Seeing her collection, I thought about my memories. People who ‘were’ close to me. And then about people who ‘are’ close to me. It is without a doubt that the memories created over these past year will never be forgotten.