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
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