The Saree That Felt Like Home
Somewhere between school functions and Sunday poojas, every Indian girl has worn her mother’s saree.https://labelanaira.com/blogs/....anaira-blogs/embrace

The Glow of Marigold Flowers and the Magic of New Drapes
Do you remember what the air feels like right before a festival?

It’s warm but light. Like something good is about to begin. There’s the crackle of new diyas being arranged, the scent of haldi and chandan in the corners of the room, and the rustle of sarees being pulled out from mothball-lined trunks or brown paper covers.https://labelanaira.com/blogs/....anaira-blogs/festive

Sarees, Sisterhood, and the Smell of Jasmine
There’s something sacred about the way weddings unfold in Indian homes.

You wake up to the smell of agarbatti and filter coffee. Somewhere, aunties are unpacking bangles, the bride’s cousins are fighting over last-minute lehengas, and someone’s yelling “Where’s the safety pin box?https://labelanaira.com/blogs/....anaira-blogs/ceremon

That One Pair of Earrings You Both Loved
Every Indian girl has a memory like this: a cousin, a sister, a best friend. You're both getting ready for a wedding. One mirror. Two lipsticks. And a pair of jhumkas that became the subject of a playful tug-of-war.https://labelanaira.com/blogs/....anaira-blogs/accesso

The First Saree That Felt Like Yours
We all remember the first saree we wore because we had to — for a school farewell, a cousin’s wedding, or a festive day at college. It looked beautiful on the hanger, but somehow it didn’t feel quite like you when you wore it.https://labelanaira.com/blogs/....anaira-blogs/comfort