My love for sarees began long before I truly understood their charm. As a little girl, I would watch my mother drape her saree every morning — each fold, each pleat, a quiet rhythm of elegance. There’s a picture of us when I was just three, wrapped in her warmth, her saree brushing against me like a comforting embrace. By the time I was eight, I was already draping sarees myself, imitating my mother with pride — a memory captured in another cherished photograph.