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Reports may show that the saree market in India is growing by many times, but as a lover of tradition, I feel both joy and heartache. Joy—because our six yards of heritage are gaining attention. Heartache—because the younger generation often says, “We don’t drape sarees anymore.”

If only I could take them through the lanes of Banaras, where an old kaka still weaves a priceless Banarasi saree, meant to be treasured for generations. If only I could show them a bride’s trousseau, where every fold of her bridal sarees in silk and zari carries her dreams in hues of red and gold.

If only I could show them an aspiring journalist, representing India internationally, wrapped in a neatly tied Tussar silk saree from Bhagalpur—a symbol of identity and pride. Or the shimmering zari of Banaras, the timeless Kanchipuram silk sarees, and the intricate soof embroidery of Kutch—each one a masterpiece of our handloom tradition.

The saree is not just an outfit. It is identity, history, and artistry—woven into six yards of grace. To drape a saree is to carry forward the story of Indian heritage, craftsmanship, and timeless elegance.