Love Wrapped around this Black Beauty

I have been an active member of a Saree group, limited to unlimited appreciation of the beautiful Divas in this amazing Group. Every month I eagerly wait for the Theme and feel satisfied, ok I have this month’s saree. But alas that’s where it ends. This time I thought, let me play along, Theme-Black.

Since childhood I have been the pampered pet of ‘Nana’ (my father). Extended family members used to tease, that if I asked for the moon, Nana would pluck it for me. There is a unique bonding between the two of us.

Whenever my parents visited us in Dubai, every time they would bring dreeses for the entire family, food items including the popular Orissa mushroom fry, tiger prawns, rasagullas, chennapoda & loads of other goodies. Hubby dear would every time tell me to stop this; I would gently brush aside his remarks & each time secretly loved the suitcase opening ceremony. Nana would ask me what do I want specifically; this time I needed a Parsi Embroidered Saree. New to them, my parents religiously ventured out to fulfill my wish. Although I was very minimalistic & a practical kid, major advantage I had of being a pampered girl, I never had to bother the price of what I wanted, I always got what I liked, disadvantage of not knowing the price was a disaster when I grew up and went to do shopping for myself - I used to be left shocked with the prices of the items I set my eye on. Well well, cant help, there is always pros & cons and I prefer to count on my blessings and see the positive side to it, to my advantage actually. My parents found a few of Parsi Garas & of course selected the best. Nana was not so happy about buying a black one; he felt his little girl should be wearing something more colorful. But had to settle with it for the time being. Finally when he saw my reactions on getting this full embroidered saree & saw me wearing it with so much excitement & thrill, he too was very happy about the selection, just loved it!!

This December(2016) its been exactly 3 yrs that my parents went back home to return after a short break in Bhubaneswar, but destiny had different plans, they have not been able to come back till date. In Jan 2014, he got a Brain stroke, went through a tough time, now he is semi paralytic and lost his voice. My heart wrenches to see him like this but his very physical presence around gives me lot of strength and reason to live. I miss my conversations with him the most, the urge to talk to him and speak my mind without a second thought, the careless attitude of showing my attitude at him and not feel guilty, its my birthright, right? the long conversations on simple things in our lives…all seems to have gone…I do my best to be with him during this painful journey of his, but I can do only as much. Hats off to my mother who tirelessly puts in her best, day in day out. Tight hug to Bou❤️❤️ My brother does his part by being the much needed support for my mom, they both are the real warriors in this struggle of life. How I wish and pray for a miracle to happen, how I wish that he can talk to me, to hear his voice, to discard my worries with a light hearted statement or pull my leg to blow off my fuse...how I wish..

So here you see, My Parsi embroidery in Black, wore this after years, the whole evening I felt the love, warmth, affection of Nana engulfing me, his presence & appreciation twinkling in his eyes. Thank you for provoking me to drape this beauty!

Photo Courtsey: Pallavi Pati