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I am now a sari silk necklace

  • Writer: Preeti Mehta
    Preeti Mehta
  • Apr 25
  • 1 min read




Once upon a time I was a colorful silk sari. I belonged to a beautiful young women in South Western India and lived in her wardrobe in a long time. 




Then one day, a woman with utensils piled high on her head knocked on the door of my owner's house. She was a sari trader, trading her utensils for saris.



I was enveloped by a gripping fear! I was worried I might be traded. I have been around a bit, and was worn in a few places.



I was sad at being traded. But I consoled myself...



At least I won't be trashed on a landfill. Ugh. What a relief. Looking forward to my journey with a new owner.




Seema was my new owner. She sells saris to tourists (and others) on the pavements of New Dehi




Seema haggles with the tourists. See me there?



She is a lovely designer. Her name is Katherine



Those colors. I have to admit I was a little envious! But whew. Saved from the landfill again.



Some skilled artisans worked to make me and my other sari friends into a necklace. But not before I was a scarf first (unbelievable, right?)



And now I am a necklace with another owner. And a new journey to look forward to.



Will you be my new owner?


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