My first Indian village wedding in Dhemaji was a love affair with the Assamese, the art of the sari & Assamese costume, Chai tea, pop colours, and, of course, eating with my right hand.
The bead-work, the embroideries and sequins, the plush velvets and buttery silks, the ingeniously simple draping of the sari, the sweeping trains of fabric, and most of all the very rare access to shahtoosh…
India je t’aime.
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