A lady's adoration knows no limits. Her heart is a sea of endless virtue, and her face shines with the brilliance of the raised condition of her awareness.
She was a riddle. She wore Banarasi Pastels, sparkling with just the faintest pigment...quiet mumbles of shades, that talked about delicate refinement - a quietness broken uniquely by eruptions of confident, most profound, darkest blues.
She wears magenta Uppada Silk Banarasi Saree, made through the elaborate Kadwa technique, where each motif is woven separately. The textile features the play of gold zari on the trellis of flowers.