A colour that feels like fresh pistachio kissed by morning mist, this soft green tussar silk breathes like a forgotten breeze from the courtyards of an ancient haveli. Imagine the tint of crushed cardamom pods left to dry on a marble slab, or the hue of tender neem leaves rustling in the early hours—cool, sacred, and almost secretive. This is not merely a shade; it is a pause in time, a sigh of nature that lingers before the world fully wakes.
Across this fabric, birds soar in mid-flight, captured in a digital print so vivid they appear to lift off the saree like verses escaping a sage’s scroll. They flutter not in chaos, but in a choreography that hints at hidden stories—stories penned long ago by forest dwellers who spoke to peacocks and sparrows alike. Every wing carries memory. Every tail-feather bends like a lyric sung on temple steps.
Legend whispers of an apsara who once wove such a drape, filled with birds to remind her of freedom when confined to palatial courtyards. It was said that when she walked, the birds stirred, and those who watched her could hear the faintest sound of flute and rustling pages. This saree seems to have slipped out of her cedarwood trunk, kept hidden in a museum of myth—one where textiles speak, and time folds in golden silence.
The border, tinged in a subtle rose coral, does not shout—it glows. Like the edges of a manuscript dipped in sandalwood wash or the coral tilak on an ancient priest’s brow, it offers quiet reverence to the story carried within. To wear this tussar silk is not to adorn oneself—it is to inherit. A keepsake of poetic flight, crafted for those who believe that fabric can hold prayer, folklore, and wind.
Your queries are best answered through WhatsApp
We post our products first to our privè broadcast list on WhatsApp. The inside circle gets preview to our exclusive collection with prices. MESSAGE US TO BE ADDED
#TussarSaree
No comments:
Post a Comment