This saree does not speak, it murmurs, as if reciting a verse remembered only in fragments. The pink is not one of innocence or play, but the shade of reflection, like a memory revisited through layers of longing. Tussar silk, with its characteristic rawness, turns every fold into an echo of restrained passion.

What adorns the fabric is not decoration, but intent. Handpainted brushwork mingles with embroidery in a choreography too delicate to define. Each detail suggests a pause, a moment between thoughts, like the hush before poetry is spoken aloud.

Its texture is parchment, its fall a slow unraveling of thought, and its hue, a breath held too long. It belongs not to the season of bloom but to the aftermath, where petals have fallen and silence remains sacred.

This saree does not try to dazzle, it draws you in, layer by layer, like the final stanza of an unfinished poem. It is meant for those who understand the beauty of restraint, the gravity of softness, and the eloquence of stillness.

•  Washcare: Dry Clean Only
•  Fabric: Tussar Silk
  
•  Color: Light Pink
•  Technique: Handmade
  
•  Blouse: Blouse piece not included.