Wrapping My Mother’s Blessings in a Cotton Saree from Assam

Every Diwali, I remember Ma draping her soft cotton saree, the scent of agarbatti in the air. Now oceans away, in London, I still long for that warmth. This year, I found it again in a Mercerized Cotton Saree from Assam at Dakshin Vastram. It wasn’t just a saree. It was memory, emotion, and tradition wrapped into one. I wore it to our community Diwali meet, and someone said, “You look like you brought India with you.