I can't say that I find either these models, or their unorthodox draping of saris, attractive; but I remain convinced that the right sari, worn correctly, remains among the most elegant of female raiments.
I do recall, rather vividly, the moment when I first gained this appreciation for saris. It was at a birthday party for one of my classmates, and she and the other girls had all turned up dressed in saris. Now, these were girls I had known since kindergarten -- one was used to seeing them as peers, as sexless pseudo-siblings almost, where even the stray thought of a romantic fling would have been summarily dismissed as incestuous. But seeing them there, not in the blouse and skirt of the school uniform, or the tops and jeans that they usually wore, but in gorgeous, glorious saris, was to see a bevy of goddesses, plump and short, tall and skinny, in their prime. I don't believe any straight male at the party was the same thereafter; we had all found ourselves more than a little tongue-tied at the bash, and looked a little shell-shocked when we left.
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