On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this

perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.

-Rabindranath Tagore

This sari is joined as steadfast stitch of diverse panels together. Each panel is horizontally lined creating a geometry of verticals as the sari takes form after being draped. While retaining the casual, nonchalant appeal of the sari, I added Ikat weaves in the pallu as the final signature.

Gentle, soft, subtle, nurturing Padma.

The lotus.