Sarees, Sisterhood, and the Smell of Jasmine
There’s something sacred about the way weddings unfold in Indian homes.

You wake up to the smell of agarbatti and filter coffee. Somewhere, aunties are unpacking bangles, the bride’s cousins are fighting over last-minute lehengas, and someone’s yelling “Where’s the safety pin box?https://labelanaira.com/blogs/....anaira-blogs/ceremon

That One Pair of Earrings You Both Loved
Every Indian girl has a memory like this: a cousin, a sister, a best friend. You're both getting ready for a wedding. One mirror. Two lipsticks. And a pair of jhumkas that became the subject of a playful tug-of-war.https://labelanaira.com/blogs/....anaira-blogs/accesso

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The First Saree That Felt Like Yours
We all remember the first saree we wore because we had to for a school farewell, a cousin’s wedding, or a festive day at college. It looked beautiful on the hanger, but somehow it didn’t feel quite like you when you wore it.https://labelanaira.com/blogs/....anaira-blogs/comfort

The Sarees That Witnessed the Laughter
There’s something sacred about getting ready with your best friend.

You’ve borrowed her bangles, fixed her blouse hook, tied her saree pleats while laughing over chai. You’ve done it for school farewells, college farewells, weddings and suddenly, even adulthood feels like another celebration with her around.https://labelanaira.com/blogs/....anaira-blogs/celebra