“we construct to recreate, while we grow….”

A young girl silently observes her grandma’s loose silk fariya wrapped around her wrinkled body, her Dhaka choli tidily tucked in to match her unrefined jewelery – a stout gold ear top, an outsized nose ring and a potay hanging around her neck, as she smokes on her tobacco. The girl, a woman now – reminiscing her grandmother’s style, finds her bewildered and bemused cultural mind wrapped in an unfamiliar attire – a bright silk and chiffon replacing her Dhaka legacy, as she polished herself to attend her best friends’ wedding. The faint memory ended up an unmatched reverie.