In hues of mustard sunshine, the multi-kali Angrakha blooms, zardozi whispers—nakshi, dabka, resham and sequins weaving golden tunes. An antique gold tissue lower glimmers with mirrors and zari light, while a crushed silk dupatta, with kinari lace, floats like dawn’s first sight. A tapestry of tradition and poetry, stitched in threads of timeless grace.
