#Hand-woven sarees

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My Recent Collaboration: A Fusion of Fashion, Beauty, and Art

I’m so excited to share the details of a recent collaboration that was an absolute joy to be part of. This project brought together the beauty of hand-woven fabrics, timeless jewelry, flawless makeup, and some incredible talents. I had the pleasure of working with Aurum.couture.collections, Kripa collections, braidandblush, Neeta, and Supraja. For this shoot, I used both my Canon camera and my…

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Khadi Hand-Woven Saree: Weaving Stories of Tradition and Grace

In the vibrant tapestry of sarees, where each drape tells a story, the phrase "Buy Khadi Hand-Woven Saree" resounds as a timeless narrative of tradition, craftsmanship, and grace. A Khadi Hand-Woven Saree from TaureanTrend is not just a piece of clothing; it's a journey into the heart of India's heritage and an embodiment of elegance that transcends fashion. Let's delve into the world of Khadi Hand-Woven Sarees and explore why choosing one is a decision that goes beyond the ordinary.

Threads of Tradition

Khadi, deeply rooted in India's struggle for independence, is not just a fabric; it's a symbol of resilience and self-sufficiency. Each Khadi Hand-Woven Saree carries this legacy forward, honoring traditional weaving techniques. Crafted by skilled artisans, every thread woven into a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree becomes a testament to the rich history and cultural diversity of India. When you choose to wear a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree, you're not just adorning clothing; you're celebrating a living heritage that reflects the craftsmanship and ethos of India.

Hand-Woven Mastery

What sets Khadi Hand-Woven Sarees apart is the exquisite artistry invested in each thread. The intricate weaving patterns, the choice of colors, and the tactile texture of handwoven fabric create a masterpiece that's palpable. Crafted with dedication and love, each saree showcases the skill and artistry of skilled weavers. Choosing to buy a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree means adorning yourself with a wearable masterpiece that celebrates the dedication and talent of these artisans.

Lightweight Comfort

The blend of khadi and handwoven technique in a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree results in a fabric that's not only visually appealing but also incredibly comfortable. The lightweight nature of khadi ensures that you can drape yourself in elegance without feeling weighed down. Whether navigating a busy day at work or attending a festive celebration, the airy comfort of a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree becomes an integral part of your lifestyle.

Versatility in Draping

Khadi Hand-Woven Sarees are versatile canvases that adapt seamlessly to various draping styles. From the classic drape for formal occasions to a more relaxed style for casual outings, these sarees become a reflection of your individuality. The adaptability they offer ensures that each time you choose to wear a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree, you're not just making a fashion statement; you're acquiring a canvas for creative expression.

Timeless Elegance

The classic appeal of Khadi Hand-Woven Sarees ensures that they stand the test of time. Unlike fleeting fashion trends, these sarees exude timeless elegance that remains relevant season after season. The handwoven patterns and the understated beauty of khadi make them coveted pieces in any wardrobe. Choosing to wear a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree is not just a momentary choice; it's an investment in enduring style.

Sustainable Fashion Choice

In an era where sustainability is paramount, Khadi Hand-Woven Sarees shine as champions of eco-friendly fashion. Crafted using traditional handwoven methods and often utilizing organic cotton, these sarees contribute to a more sustainable and environmentally friendly fashion landscape. By choosing to wear a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree, you're not just adorning yourself with a piece of art; you're making a conscious choice toward a greener wardrobe.

Warli Art Accent

At TaureanTrend, our commitment to uniqueness extends beyond the fabric. Many of our Khadi Hand-Woven Sarees feature intricate Warli art prints, adding an extra layer of cultural richness to your ensemble. Warli art, with its tribal origins, infuses each saree with a touch of heritage and a narrative that transcends time. Choosing a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree from TaureanTrend ensures that your attire becomes a canvas for stories and traditions.

Conclusion

To "Buy Khadi Hand-Woven Saree" is to embark on a journey where tradition, artistry, and grace converge in every weave. A Khadi Hand-Woven Saree from TaureanTrend is not just clothing; it's a celebration of heritage, a commitment to sustainable fashion, and an invitation to drape yourself in a narrative that transcends time. Elevate your elegance, redefine your style, and let a Khadi Hand-Woven Saree be the emblem of your sartorial journey, where each weave tells a story of enduring grace and refined sophistication.

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hot & heavy

chapter nine: jesus christ 2005 god bless america

neighbor!joel x f!reader

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series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 9.5k

warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), polite southern manners, feeling familial and self-pressure, undefined relationship, small use of spanish cause joel is latino, pining joel, fingering, hand-job, dirty talkkk king joel miller, soft soft soft joel, sprinkle of possessive joel, Big Feelings, crying, mentions of depression diagnosis and symptoms, struggling with self, discussion of co-parenting, signing away parental rights, effects of that situation on children, major guilt form both of 'em, this chapter has some heavier angst than before!

a/n: they're baaaaaaack <333 my babies! it's 2005 and summer #3 is officially underway and i can't wait to share it with you all. thank you so very much to the bestie/cousin/sister wife/sweet, sweet gf @northernbluess for beta-reading this chapter, and for shouting about these two with me. enjoy y'all x

You can count on your two hands the number of times you’ve been able to talk to Joel over the last year. Sarah’s schedule going into third grade was much busier, his work picking up even more business and expanding. Your job was demanding — long hours, coming in early and staying late, rejection after rejection of ideas you excitedly pitched. By a few months in, you took the hint: you were there to get coffees, do the grunt work, fill in the gaps even if it wasn’t in your job description. It wasn’t that you had a problem with doing all of those things; anyone in the industry, basically anyone with a corporate job has told you that you have to do your time, climb the rungs of the ladder to get to where you want to be. But it’s hard to justify a job that has taken you away from the one place that feels like home, the people who make you feel loved.

It came in waves at first, that feeling of heavy limbs, slogging thoughts, the perpetual cinch of your chest as if you were going to cry, with no reason to. In summer, it was easy to blame it on homesickness, adjusting to a new city, or getting used to living with your new roommates. The leaves changing brought new symptoms: staying in over the weekends, curled up in bed with the TV playing cable reruns for 48 hours straight, the lull of sleep overcoming you at odd hours. But this was merely because the cold was creeping in, and the daylight hours were waning.

Joel called one winter evening; well, the Caller ID read his name, but upon answering the phone, you were quick to realize it was someone else.

“Hello?”

“Posey, you answered! Hi!”

“Hey, Sare-Bear. What’s going on?” You find the means to prop yourself up on your pillows, turning down the volume of the TV and curling your knees toward your chest.

“Not too much, I asked Daddy if I could call you and he said yes, so I did! I was sad you couldn’t be home for Christmas last month. Santa brought me lots of presents! Oh, and Daddy took me to Disney World with Uncle Tommy after Christmas before school started again!”

Sarah’s chipper voice is scraping nails against your heart, tightening your lungs until all you can manage is shallow breaths. You hold it together long enough to hear about all her presents and the Miller family trip before you hear Joel in the background, coaxing the phone from his daughter.

“Daddy says he wants to talk to you so I have to give the phone to him. Bye, Posey, miss you!”

“Miss you too, sweet pea,” you choke out, sinking further into your bed with eyes filling with tears. You should be overjoyed to be hearing from Sarah; instead, it fills you with a reminder that you have no idea when you’ll see her again, no clue how to try to make yourself love this place.

“Hey, Mari.”

The sound of his voice was syrupy, the drawl in his tone basking you in the Texas sun that you missed so. He was like the warmth of a bonfire, the summer breeze messing with your hair while you rode in his truck with the windows down. Hearing him was like sinking into his mattress for the night, a solid, weighted arm slung around you safely.

“Hi, Joel.”

“Gotta say thank you again for the watch you sent me for my birthday. I know, you’re going to say that I’ve already said it about ten times but I need to do it again 'cause I just like havin’ a reminder of you every day.”

“You’re welcome,”  your voice wavers slightly, and you make a quick attempt to recover with a deep breath.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

No, not now, you can’t break now, you have to make it through the phone call.

Your tongue sits heavy in your mouth, your ears growing hot and tears pricking your eyes in pain as you hold it all in. One sniffle comes over you before you can catch it, concern lacing the other end of the call.

“Hey, darlin’—Hold on.”

Muffled thumps of footsteps heading upstairs crackle through the phone, the creak and click of a door closing popping in your ear pressed to the speaker.

“Sorry, I had to come up to my room. Now, what’s wrong, darlin’?” Joel’s gentle, airy tone breaks the final splinter of the dam, emotion overflowing.

“I shouldn’t let it all get to me, but, work has been awful, like all I've done this week is get coffee and take minutes for meetings, which don’t even get used because they have someone that gets to actually participate taking the minutes. And—and I can’t seem to find my place. My roommates are way closer with each other cause they’ve been working together before and at the office, it’s so cliquey and everybody keeps calling my accent cute—“

Attempting to make you smile, Joel interjects, “It is cute, sweetheart.”

“Well, you can say that ‘cause you’ve got one too. They just call me ‘Texas’ or ‘Y’all’ cause I said it once in front of the group. These people are all from around here, from generations of East Coast families and they know all about life here and constantly try to one-up each other and I can’t do it, Joel. I can’t—It’s too hard. It hurts so much.”

You’ve fully got tears streaming down your face, your voice thick with phlegm, and sniffling from your runny nose. 

“Oh, my sweet girl…��� There’s a strain in his voice too, covered with a stuttered clearing sound. “Mariposa, my Mariposa, you can do It. I know it’s hard, I know. And mean people don’t make the adjustment any easier, but remember you’re the bigger person. Kill ‘em with kindness, baby.”

“It breaks my heart to hear you’re hurtin’, Mari. But you can do it. You’re smart, beautiful, funny, tough…Are you—are you talkin’ to anybody, sweetheart? A professional?”

“No…” you confess meekly, embarrassed by your lack of effort.

“It’s okay, baby, that’s okay. Maybe we can find you someone, alright? Might help to get out of the house, go see them, talk to them. We’ll find you someone, Mari. Promise.”

“Joel, I don’t want you to worry about me. You don’t have to help me find—“

“I want to. I worry about you constantly, mi amor. It’s hard not to when half of my heart’s across the country.” Silence falls over the line, picking up your hand to wipe at your tears. 

“Thank you, Joel.”

“I love you, Mariposa. Always going to.”

That was the last major phone call you had with him. He did help you find someone, a therapist, to talk to. But through them, you had come to the decision that this life wasn’t for you; corporate bullshit was leaving you burned out and defeated, and it was cooking up an unstable environment that let your sadness and disappointment fester into depressive episodes.

After that discovery, the choice was made and you phoned your parents to tell them you were planning on coming home at the end of your first-year contract if they would have you. They agreed, of course, to welcome you back home for as long as you need.  

You couldn’t bring yourself to call Joel. Hearing his disappointment in your quitting would ruin you. And, you couldn’t blame him if he got a bit angry either. You ran off and chose this life, and when it turned out to be shit, you were running home with your tail between your legs at the first opportunity. He expected so much from you and was so proud of you for choosing your dreams.

You couldn’t bear to tell him about your failure. So you didn’t.

Arrangements were made in the next few months: a replacement roommate found, a letter of resignation submitted, a one-way plane ticket purchased.

Joel wipes at his forehead, standing in the middle of the job site he was working by himself. It was rare for him to really get his hands dirty these days; Miller Construction has grown tenfold since it started, a wider team built and Joel taking the helm as more of a manager and owner. He had a hand in every project, being the one to design and plan everything, leaving the execution to be led by Tommy and his employees.

This was a particular job, though, and one he wanted to make sure was perfect.

Your dad had approached him in early Spring, walking over while Joel mowed the lawn. He explained what he was looking to get done — the basement converted into a studio apartment, with a new bathroom and kitchenette.

Joel agreed to help with the task, and out of curiosity he asked why they were making the change. Usually, it was in-laws, but maybe it was to increase the sale value. Maybe they were planning a move?

He heard it and zoned out immediately.

You? You were moving home?

He wracked his brain for any mention of these plans from you over the last few months, but he came up short when he realized it had been a couple of months since the last phone call. Life had gotten so busy, evenings spent with lawyers and Sarah home every weekend, trying to adjust her to the new arrangement as best as he could. There was his own news he had to tell you, but couldn’t ever find the right time to reach out when he knew how stressed out you were. He remembered missing a call from you, but he completely forgot to return it. Were you going to tell him then?

The phone call he made to you that night went to voicemail, and he left one in hopes you would return a call or message.

“Hey, Mariposa… Hope you’re doing well, amor. Your dad, uh, he came over today and asked me for help on the house. They wanna make the apartment a basement and—shit you definitely already know all of this… Are you—are you coming home?”

He couldn’t stand how he sounded, on the verge of begging and filled with nerves, so the voicemail ended after he asked. You didn’t return the call.

Standing back looking at his handiwork, he takes a deep breath. He’s poured over the decisions for every detail, your parents entrusting him with the project completely. He matched the floors to the rest of your house, but the walls are a soft green, one accented with wallpaper he painstakingly installed that is patterned with lavender, marigolds, and hydrangeas — small butterflies hidden in the flowers.

At one side of the studio space, Joel installed the bookshelf he made by hand in his garage, the built-in coming up halfway on the wall, molding covering the surface, and stained a rich, medium tone that complemented the paint choice. He imagined your rows and rows of beat-up paperbacks filling the spaces, knickknacks strewn along the top.

Your furniture was moved down from your bedroom, arranged by your mom to fit nicely within the space. It feels like you’re already living in this space, the touches of you from your things and the new items he tried to get perfectly ‘you’. A faint smile tugs at his lips, excitement trickling into his bloodstream and tingling all over.

You’re coming home.

The first day you were back, you didn’t leave your new room.

It was out of exhaustion, but mostly out of relishing in the new space, nearly brought to tears by the thoughtfulness of your parents. When they were showing you the new studio suite of yours, you couldn’t stop smiling, turning to your mom and asking, “How did you choose the paint color? And where’d you get the bookshelf?”

Your mom laughed, shrugging as she answered, “Believe it or not, Dad and I were so busy these last few months that we told Joel just to go wild! Well, not wild, but he made all the choices — only ran the cost by us.”

“Wait, Joel did this?”

“Oh yeah, did the whole thing for free labor, too. Stand up guy. Said he just wanted to help out a neighbor — and he did the whole thing himself too, none of his guys helped him. He did a great job, huh kiddo?” Your Dad gives you a grin, extending his arms as if showcasing the room you three were already in and poking around in.

“Yeah, he did do a great job. Guess I need to thank him…” You swallow hard and toy with your bedspread as you sit at the edge of your bed, one leg bent onto the mattress, “Thank you both for this and—and for letting me come home.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it, kiddo. We love having you here, always. You stay however long you need, princess.” At that, it was simply closed, your parents never pushing for more detail than you were willing to offer at the time; both gave you a kiss on your head and a tender hug before they made their way back upstairs, leaving you to begin unpacking.

A fresh set of eyes rolls over the space, the context that each choice was Joel’s, made for you, lighting up small details. The color of the wood he used for the shelves, the wallpaper covered in your favorite flowers and butterflies; what catches your attention is a frame set on the surface of the built-ins. You pick it up, free hand jumping to your chest as you study the content.

A drawing, signed in the bottom right corner by a “Sarah M.” It’s of a garden, lush greenery with an opening in the middle. Joel stands at one side, with dark hair and a scribbled beard, Sarah in the middle with her bouncy curls. On the other side of Sarah is a depiction of you in your sundress from the day at the butterfly garden last summer. The closest thing to a photo of the three of you.

Placing the frame back where you had found it, you hold back your tears, rubbing circles in your thumping chest as you look around the room for five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste.

At the third out of four things you can touch, your eyes fall to your bed, pink plaid poking out from between your pillows drawing you nearer. You pull out the shape from your bedding, coming face to face with the long-eared, stuffed bunny that you passed down to Sarah last year. Flopsy.

You curl the animal into your chest, squeezing it as you climb onto your bed and lie down. Bringing it up to your face, you inhale the smell of the Miller house, the smell of your previous summers. It calms your rapid pulse, each deep breath lulling you to sleep.

Somehow, despite being each other’s next-door neighbors, you’ve managed to avoid Joel and he’s avoided you for the last few days. It wasn’t like you weren’t thinking about him — no, you were constantly thinking about him. Driving past his house, walking past his driveway, every time you wake up in your room and are faced with all of what he did for you. 

But finally seeing him, talking to him, you were going to be faced with the reality of telling him that you couldn’t make it, even with all of his support. The thought of watching his face fall when you have to admit you moved across the country for what amounted to nothing, broke his heart for dreams that ended up being the opposite of what you wanted.

Joel avoided you, simply to give you some time to adjust and also, to skirt around the fact that he wasn’t there for you when you must have needed him the most. Plus, he had his own news to share with you, and he kept it in to keep you from worrying. He knew if he had told you then, when you were away, you would be on the next flight home to help him. He couldn’t make you do that, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to you coming either. And now, he’ll have to admit all of this to you — to tell you that he kept this from you and watched your face fall into hurt.

This sunny Saturday morning, you’ve taken to walking door to door with all of the parents in the neighborhood, offering yourself to babysit or nanny to fill the summer while you figure out what you want to do with your life. Most were surprised to see you back home, but eager to take down your number, promising to reach out if they needed help. 

On your way back home, you’re on Joel’s side of the cul-de-sac, biting your lip as you get a view of his back in a white tee, shoulders straining as he stretches over the hood of his truck. He squeegees the front windshield, the truck covered in soap suds from him washing it.

As if feeling eyes on him, he turns over his shoulder to see you walking up. Completely turning around, he leans back against the hood, waving to you with a held-back smile. Joel eyes you in your cut-off shorts, licking his lips and humming to himself when he sees his navy t-shirt on you, the one he gave you last summer. 

“Now, Miller, I haven’t seen you wash that dirty ass truck once the past two summers. And now you’re out here in your little shorts and white tee as soon as I get back? Suspicious.”

On his driveway now, you stand a few feet apart, a bright teasing smile on your face. Joel can’t help but feel the familiar itch in his fingers, gripping the squeegee tighter. His butterfly is back in his stomach, stirring to life as its wings start fluttering at the sight of you, rising to his chest at the sound of your voice.

“Bit suspicious that this is the first time you just so happen to stop by to say hello, is it not, Mariposa?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrows, smirk tugging up one side of his lips and exposing his dimple.

“Wha—Oh, shut up. I was stopping by to offer to help you, for your information.”

“Oh yeah? Alright then, grab a sponge, sweetheart,” he nods to the bucket on the asphalt, tossing the squeegee into the grass. You pick up a sponge out of the bucket, ringing it out a bit before going over and starting to wash the other side of his car. Joel disappears around the side of the house, coming back with the hose running water to rinse the car off.

“Think you missed a spot, Joel,” you giggle, moving the sponge in circles.

“Y’know what? I think I missed a really big spot. Kind of on the other side by you.” He’s got a devilish smirk painting his face, mischief glinting his eyes in the sunlight. He stalks around the car, moving his thumb toward the end of the hose.

“Joel, don’t you dare…”

“What, darlin’? You look a little hot. Think you need to cool down.”

“Joel! Don’t, you shithead!”

In a last-ditch effort, you toss your sponge at his chest before trying to run away. It’s fruitless, shrieking as you feel the cold water spray at your legs. You turn around to face Joel chasing you with the hose, his thumb at the end to make the water pressure higher and shoot farther. It’s as if it’s raining, the water dripping from above; you cup your hands over your head, closing your eyes as you attempt to avoid the spray.

“Okay, okay! I've cooled down, please!”

All you hear is a laugh in response, the sound multiplying the goosebumps that the cold water has caused. With your eyes squeezed shut, you're blind as you run around the car, hitting directly into something solid, sturdy, but much softer than metal. A small ‘oof’ exhales out, one arm wrapping around you to steady you.

Opening your eyes, you see Joel with a wide, childish grin and a deepened dimple on his right cheek. The crinkles next to his eyes are showing and you can see the wet spot in his white shirt from the sponge hitting him.

“May I propose a treaty?”

“If it keeps you from spraying me with the hose, sure.”

He laughs again, sliding his hand across your back.

“You come over tonight and I won’t spray you again.”

“Hmm,” you hum as you consider it, eyes widening as Joel moves to get the hose on you again, “Okay, deal! Hose down, Miller!”

Happily, Joel throws the hose into the grass, tightening his arm in a half-hug. His lips as your ear, he speaks sweetly and kisses your cheek. “Good to have you home, Mari.”

You help him clean up the rest after he finishes rinsing the truck and shuts off the hose, lingering with him on the driveway.

He nods inside with a smile, “Someone else’s been waitin’ to see you if you wanna come in for a bit.”

“That would make my day. I’d love to see that someone,” you say through a smile, cheeks hurting from laughing and grinning for the past ten minutes.

Joel leads you inside, spotting Sarah on the couch. He walks ahead of you into the living space, heart swelling at the shocked reaction Sarah has to you standing in their house.

You are feeling the same — the ache in your bones from the last few months quells once you step foot in their house, limbs lightening when Sarah jumps off the couch and runs over, or well, runs into you.

“Posey! I can’t believe you’re back!” Sarah exclaims, giggling excitedly when you scoop her up into a hug and hold her flush against you. A kiss is pressed to the top of her head, a familiar scent in her hair from the product you use. You exchanged equally ecstatic greetings before she pulled you into the kitchen with Joel, sitting at the table to chat. Sarah sits across your lap, kicking her feet as she asks a million questions about why, how, what, and more.

You answer all of them, Joel interjecting for some as you explain to her that you’ll be here for the whole summer, at least, and that you’ll still be right next door.

Rubbing her back, you look down at Sarah with a gentle smile, “I have been meaning to come to ask you, sweet pea, but I found a mutual friend of ours on my bed when I came home. How did Flopsy end up back at my house? Did he get lost while your dad was working on my new room?”

“No, he isn’t lost! I know he’s there cause I put him there. I thought you might’ve missed him, and that he might make you happy and cheer you up because Daddy said you were missing home.”

Joel was unaware of the animal his daughter left behind, swallowing hard as she mentioned how he explained you were feeling homesick back then when you two had talked. His eyes are glued to you as he watches the emotions in your eyes, sadness flashing in them before you recover, visibly sitting up and the corners of your mouth tugging up into a gentle smile.

“He made me feel much better, sweet pea, so thank you. I can bring him back next time, okay?”

Sarah shakes her head firmly, making strong eye contact with you as she says, “No, you should keep him 'cause maybe you might need him while you get used to being home. He helped me get used to staying with Daddy all the time now, so I thought he could help you be at home again, too.”

You glance at Joel, who’s looking away from you now and toying with the edge of a placemat that’s laid out on the surface. Sarah turns her head, looking between the two of you before Joel clears his throat.

“Hey Bug, we gotta head out to get you over to Emily’s house for your sleepover tonight. Can you go get your bag from upstairs? And say goodbye to Posey.”

A quick hug and she is zipping off, leaving the two adults sitting at the table in a moment of silence. It’s Joel who breaks it again, looking at you with something unreadable on his face.

“You’re coming over tonight, yeah? I—I, um, I think we have some catching up to do.”

“Yeah, I think so too. I’ll see you tonight.” You stand up and he follows you to the door, taking your hand in his to pull you back as your hand reaches for the doorknob.

“It is really good to have you home, Mariposa. Feels like—I don’t know, life feels like summer again. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Joel. I’ll see you tonight,” you lean in, stretching up to kiss his cheek before slipping out of the door and into your backyard. 

At sunset, you slip out of the sliding glass door, walking across the pool area and into Joel’s backyard. Climbing up his deck stairs, you reach his back door and knock, biting back a smile when you can see him approaching with a puzzled expression. He opens the door, looking at you through the screen with a brown raised.

“Back door? This a new thing now?”

“S’closer to my new room.” You shrug and knock your knuckles on the metal frame of the screen door. Joel nods for you to step back, opening the door and holding it for you to come inside, shutting it and the windowed, wooden door behind it. Turning around to you, he steps forward, snaking his arms around your hips. A soft smile peels apart his lips with a relaxed sigh, leaning some of his weight into you.

“Hi, Mari.”

“Hey, J.”

“You smell good,” he says, muffled into your hair, lips pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “And I like that nickname.”

A quiet giggle breathes out from your mouth, hands coasting up and down his biceps. He moves to tuck your head under his chin, swaying back and forth in the middle of his kitchen.

“Thought we had stuff to talk about?” You question, biting your bottom lip and making no move to unfurl yourself from his arms. This is what you had been missing so much, feeling his radiating warmth and care. His tenderness, his love.

“We do. But I get to just hold you first, darlin’. Been waiting too long to do this again.” Squeezing you closer, he tucks his chin in to lay his lips against the top of your head, fingertips ghosting up your spine. It’s at least two minutes before he moves, untangling himself from you with one last kiss on your forehead.

“Alright, mi Mariposa, how about we sit on the couch? You can go first, sweetheart,” his voice crackles in your ears, feeling the reverb in your chest from his low drawl. Hands at your sides guide you into the living room, letting go to allow you to sit down, Joel taking a seat next to you and facing you. “You wanna go first, Mari? S’alright if you don’t…”

“No, I do. I think I should at least…” You sigh and focus your stare on a stitched seam of the back of the couch, tracing it with your fingers as you begin to recount what brought you home, “I don’t know if you remember that one phone call we had in the winter, but it was after that, you helped me find someone to talk to?”

“I remember.”

“Well, I started seeing them weekly, sometimes twice a week, and it helped to be able to talk about everything, but there wasn’t too much I could do to help the situation I was in. My, um, my therapist diagnosed me with depression.”

Your voice was thick, phlegm building up as your emotions started to get the best of you, stare still unfocused from Joel. His hand lays over yours, pulling you away from the movement and to his face. There’s no judgment in his eyes, only concern and piety. Without any words, he slides closer to you, pulling your legs across his lap and slipping an arm around your back.

“And in our sessions, I wasn’t really getting much better with the tools she was giving to me, so we made a plan. It started with her asking me where I felt the most myself, the most comfortable, where I could work on everything without the added…stress of work and feeling isolated. And then it was a bit of a no-brainer to make arrangements to come home. And—and I meant to call you, I really tried, Joel. But I couldn’t bear to have to tell you that I—I failed and that I broke your heart for nothing. You believed in me so much, and I couldn’t do it. I left everything behind, left you behind and nothing came out of it. And I couldn’t bring myself to call cause I couldn’t hear your reaction. I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back. If you would be mad or disappointed…”

You exhale with a long breath, tears flowing freely down your cheeks while Joel’s fingers work to wipe them away as quickly as they fall.

“Sweet girl…My Mariposa, I am so sorry you went through that. I’m so glad that you weren’t alone, that you had support, but I hate that I wasn’t there when you needed me,” he swallows and holds you against his chest, “I love you, sweet girl, always going to. I knew you had to go because I knew you might’ve regretted it if you didn’t try, but, darlin’, mi amor, I could give two shits if you live some big corporate life if it doesn’t make you happy. That is all I want for you, Mari, and if that wasn’t what you had up there, then I want you to find it wherever you are.”

You sniffle and wrap your arms around his neck, both of you embracing each other tightly — so tightly you nearly can’t breathe, but it feels comforting, like a weighted blanket over your body and soul.

“Selfishly, I’m glad you came home. Missed you, my sweet girl, and ‘m always gonna be here for you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me, I should have been better, but there was just so much happening…” he admits, guilt and shame oozing out of his words and tone.

You pull back, brow furrowed as you hold the side of his jaw.

“Did something happen?”

“Um, yeah. Something did happen, in the spring…” he runs a hand over his face, sighing before he drops his forehead against yours, staying silent for a moment before sitting up again and gripping onto the fabric of your shirt.

“I have full custody of Sarah now.”

He watches as confusion falls over your face, melding into concern as he sees your thought process happening. He knows you’re thinking about Sarah, all of the little things she said earlier this afternoon must be clicking finally. The rhythm of his heart is racing, waiting for your questions.

“What? What happened? How? Are you okay, is Sarah okay?”

“It’s alright, Mari, I’m okay. Sarah’s adjusting. It was just sudden, and I had to scramble to get everything in order while also figuring out how to tell her. I really haven’t told her the truth, I c—I can’t do that to her…” His voice drops to a whisper as he trails off, eyes welling with tears of his own.

“Oh, J, babe, what happened? If you want to tell me, I’m here for you.”

He clears his throat, twisting the handful of fabric he’s got, “Tiff approached me after her last drop off when Sarah was inside the house, and she told me that…She basically said she met someone new, he was movin’ out of state for his job, and she wouldn’t be able to afford her child support anymore. I asked her what she was gettin’ at and she said, she said she wanted to sign her rights away. That she couldn’t do it all anymore.”

“I mean, I couldn’t bring myself to tell Sarah that—that her mom didn’t want to take care of her anymore. So I only told her that she would be gone for a while and that she would be staying at home for all her weekends for now. I don’t know what to do, baby. And it was all so chaotic, and I couldn’t call you 'cause I didn’t want to add to your stress with work and life up there.”

In response, you hold yourself around him silently, arms at his neck, straddling his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist like a koala in a tree. Joel relaxes into you, damp droplets soaking into your shirt and skin as he lays his head on your shoulder. All of his stress, his anxieties come out. He knows he should also be comforting you, for everything you’ve told him, but it’s like a door has opened and everything is piling out of him. He’s held it together for months now, his only person to talk to being Tommy, but he doesn’t want to burden his younger brother with all of his problems all the time.

Not that he wants to do that to you, either, especially with what you’ve been through, but at this moment, all he can think about is your touch, your warmth, your care.

“You could never be anything but an addition to my life, Joel. Even if it’s a problem, I want to help you solve it or be there for you while you work through it. ‘M here now, we both are, so we can get through our things together.”

At his next sniffle, he pulls away, staying wrapped up in you but sitting so he can see your face.

“Guess these last few months have been messes for both of us, huh?” You break the seriousness of the moment with your chuckle, sending Joel into a fit of laughter as he nods.

“Guess so. Might’ve been better if either of us called. Don’t think we’d be here right now crying.”

“That’s life though, isn’t it? At least ours. Miscommunication continually brings us back together. I think maybe we should quit that habit though.”

“I agree…” he smiles sweetly, eyes pouring adoration into yours, “All this talk about us, I guess my other question would be, what are we? I mean, you don’t have an end to the summer, right? So maybe we could—“

“Let’s give us a proper shot. No expiration date. We can just be together and see what comes of it, yeah?”

“Yeah, Mariposa, yeah. I would love that,” Joel leans in, catching your lips in a slow, syrupy kiss. It’s languid, stealing your breath and giving you his, melting your tongues together and sighing at the taste of you. He pulls back, ghosting his lips over yours with an infectious smile.

“So, is that it? Are you officially mine, Mariposa? Mi Mariposa es solo mi Mariposa (My butterfly is only my butterfly)?”

“Yours. And you’re mine, so don’t forget it,” you chuckle and he kisses you sweetly again, shaking his head as his nose fits against yours.

“Never going to forget that, are you kidding me? Hearing that automatically entered my top five best life moments.”

“God, you’re such an idiot…”

“Yeah, I am, baby. An idiot in love. A fool for you,” he laughs and tightens his grip around you, arms settling under your thighs as he stands from the couch, carrying you toward the stairs, “Also an idiot who’s getting to go to bed with the girl of his dreams. So, really, who’s an idiot now? Think I made some damn good decisions.”

“Can I take back my answer to your question?” You tease, shrieking when he drops you onto his bed, a smirk on his face as he shakes his head.

“No takebacks. Stuck with me now, Mariposa,” he climbs over you and kisses you again, deeper than before but as innocent as the giggly kisses you shared earlier.

“Good thing you’re a good kisser.”

“Yeah? Bet you know what else I’m good at, don’t you, sweetheart?” He sits back on his haunches, eyes dragging over you laying back on his bed, tongue poking out to lick his lips.

“Can I have you, darlin’? Pretty please?”

A hard swallow comes from your throat, crossing your arms over your stomach as you look up from the mattress to Joel.

“I want you to, but I’ve…I haven’t done anything since—“

“I understand, sweet girl. You wanna ease back into it with me, hermosa? We’ll go slow,” he watches you nod, pushing up the hem of your t-shirt to under your breasts, “No bra? Sigues siendo mi diablita, no? (You’re still my little devil, aren’t you?)”

As you sit up, he tugs the materials over your head, folding over to attach his lips to one of your already pebbled nipples. A whimper slips from your mouth, tangling fingers into his hair and arching into his mouth. He pays the same attention to the other side, soft moans filling the room.

Joel separates from you with a pop of his lips, grinning as he reaches for the back collar of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. You happily sigh as you run your hands across his strong chest and shoulders, tickling your fingertips down his stomach as he watches you slip his shorts’ waistband down a few inches.

“Mm, I have an idea, sweetheart…You wanna try something we haven’t done before?” Joel kisses your lips before peppering kisses along your jaw.

“What d’you have in mind?”

“Take the rest of your clothes off, darlin’. ‘M gonna sit up at my headboard and you come sit on my lap, m’kay?”

You follow his instructions, licking your lips as you watch him stand and strip in front of you, his hard cock slapping against his stomach, leaking already out of need. He sits on his bed, head leaned against the headboard with pillows supporting his back. With your shorts and panties thrown into a heap with his clothes, you walk over the mattress on your knees, lifting one to the other side of his thighs.

“So beautiful, Mariposa. The most beautiful,” he sighs as he licks into your mouth, grabbing handfuls of your ass, “How did I get so damn lucky?”

“Could say the same thing about you, J. Pretty boy.” 

He chuckles against your lips, shaking his head. “Not as pretty as you, mi amor. Estás preciosa. Mucho más preciosa que cualquier flor o puesta de sol o estrella. La cosa más hermosa que he visto.”

“What does that all mean?”

“You are gorgeous. Much more gorgeous than any flower or sunset or star. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen,” Joel speaks softly, tenderness in his eyes as he brushes your hair away from your face. 

Heat spans across the back of your neck and up to the tips of your ears, heart pounding from the look he is giving you. It feels like it’s breaking down any facade you had left, completely exposed to him with the bashful smile on your face.

“I love you, Mariposa,” he punctuates with a stealing kiss, one hand roaming around to your front to slip between your legs. Two fingers collect your arousal on their tips, dragging some to your clit as you sigh into Joel’s mouth. 

“Now, ‘m gonna touch you, baby, and if you want, you touch me at the same time, yeah?” He pulls away from your lips, nudging his nose into your cheek.

“I want to, I really want to.”

His fingers move to your entrance, gathering more along his whole fingers before pulling from between your legs and wrapping his own hand around his cock. He gives himself a few long strokes, looking into your eyes.

“Think you can spare some for me, sweet girl? Got you fucking drenched from barely even touchin’ you,” he sighs contently, leaning his head back more, “Spit on it for me, baby, and use your own hand, m’kay?”

You nod, eager to follow instructions. Folding forward, you drop saliva onto his waiting cock, watching as it slips down the side and mixes with your slick. He takes his hand away and your own wraps around his base, starting slow and teasing strokes.

“Fuck,” he exhales, dragging it out as long as his sigh is, “Missed you so much, sweet girl. You’re my sweet girl now, aren’t you? Only mine.”

His fingers find your core again, slow circles matching the energy of your strokes. A whine slips out, brows scrunching as you attempt to move your hips to get more friction.

“Please, Joel, please. Want more…”

“You want more, mi Mariposa? You want me to fuck you with my fingers, hm?” At your rapid nod, he chuckles darkly, nipping at your neck.

“Gotta give me more to get more, sweetheart. ‘M aching for you, just giving you the same treatment.”

“Mean,” you breathe out, gasping as his thick fingers tease your entrance.

“You ain’t seen mean yet, cariño,” he kisses you again as he slips one finger inside of you, the pace of your hand moving faster when you get more of what you wanted. He groans, the sound muffled into your tongue as it flicks against his, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit. You start to bounce your hips in rhythm with your hand, imagining his cock inside of you again.

With a lewd noise, he pulls away, shallow breaths fanning across your collarbone.

“Mm, that’s right, baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers while you stroke my cock.”

His voice makes you flood his finger even more, easily slipping another into you for a few strokes before adding a third.

“Feel full, sweet girl? Feel anything like my cock?” He whispers to you as you continue to ride his hand, moving your hips and hand faster.

“So full, J. Not as good as your cock, nothing ever is, but fuck—oh fuck! Feels so good.” Your eyes close tightly as the frays of tightly coiled rope start to break inside of you. Joel takes over as your body stills with stimulation, fucking his fingers into you quickly with wet noises while his own hips move under your grip to fuck your hand.

“Come for me, my sweet girl. Let me feel what I’ve missed about this pussy. Still mine, isn’t it?”

“Yesyesyes, Joel! Oh my god, fuck I’m coming!” You open your eyes as the last fibers of the rope snap, pleasure radiating over every nerve while he continues to move under you and inside of you. The aftershocks of your orgasm fade as he whimpers in front of you, shots of warm cum coating your hand and his stomach.

“Oh fuck, Mari…” Joel picks his head up and looks at you with a breathless laugh and smile, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he pulls his fingers out of you.

“I love you, my girl. Mi Mariposa. Let’s get you cleaned up and get to sleep, yeah?” 

Slumber reaches the edge of your vision, drooping your eyelids as Joel guides you to his en-suite, washing your hands for you before washing his, and wiping a warm cloth between your legs. He peppers kisses to your head, shoulders, and neck as he does it all, whispering sweet nothings as he pulls you back into his bed.

“Night, Mari.”

“Night, J…Mm, before I forget, we’re getting you new sheets tomorrow. No more navy, you’ve got a girl in your life now.”

He laughs, kissing the top of your head and holding you closer to his side as he exhales, “Sure thing, my sweet girl. Can’t have all the other ladies I randomly bring up to my room think I don’t have a woman in my life, Mariposa.”

The tone is overly sarcastic and you flick his chest half awake.

“It’s not for other women to know, it’s so I don’t feel like I’m with a junior in college. Makes you look like a frat star.”

Joel laughs louder, your head shaking with his chest moving and a smile turning your lips up, before he calms himself and strokes your spine, “Okay, okay, it is the task for the morning. We’ll pick up Sarah and head to…”

“HomeGoods.”

“Alright, HomeGoods it is. Now sleep.”

Sarah darts ahead of you both as Joel holds the door open, beelining in her Strawberry Shortcake pajamas to the first open booth she sees. Easily sliding into one side, she moves toward the wall as you two approach, patting the spot next to her.

“Posey, come sit with me!”

With a smile, you take the offered seat and look over to Joel as he settles in on the opposite side, shaking his head as he gives Sarah a playfully hurt face.

“You don’t want me to sit next to you, Bug?” he pouts.

“I wanna sit with Posey 'cause I always have to sit with you when we go places. It gets boring.”

You laugh loudly and cover your mouth when you get glares from other customers, Joel’s jaw drops for a moment before he looks at you and starts laughing as well.

“Never lose your honesty, mija.”

Sarah doesn’t seem phased by her dad’s response, moving to sit on her knees in the booth and look over the kids’ menu. Reaching up, you fluff her curls, smiling at her when she turns to look at you.

“How was the sleepover, Sare-Bear? I see you got some tinsel in your hair, it’s very pretty.”

“It was fun, but I kinda missed my stuffed animals and my own bed. I wanna have a sleepover at our house, Daddy,” Sarah looks up from the menu and to Joel, awaiting an answer. With one look at Joel, you can see the idea makes him nervous, having a handful of young girls to entertain for a whole night as a single dad. Sarah is one thing, she’s his and he can handle her attitude or boredom, but with other kids, he isn’t so sure he has a lot of tolerance.

“Um, I’m not sure, Bug. Can I think about it?” he asks with his brow furrowed, reaching across the table to nudge her arm with a smile. Sarah sighs and sits back, clearly disappointed in her father’s answer.

“Well, what about if you had a sleepover with me? I would be honored to be invited over. We could watch movies and I could do your hair or your makeup. We could paint our nails — a whole girls’ night. Plus your dad,” you turn back to Joel with a grin, winking as he chuckles.

Sarah immediately perks up, grinning wildly and bouncing in her seat, “You would come over for that, Posey? I want to have a sleepover with you. Please, Daddy, please can Posey come over?”

Joel gives you a knowing look, the secret shared between you two not living on for much longer, and he nods with a grin, “Sure, Bug. Posey can come over and stay whenever you want.”

Breakfast is filled with conversation about what you could do at said sleepover, making plans for movies, and going to the drug store to get some new nail polishes. Joel orders for the table so you can stay engrossed in conversation, and he can’t help but put a hand to his chest as he observes the two of you talking like you are best friends, despite the nearly twenty-year age difference. You treat Sarah like your own, and he reminds himself to thank you for that, someday.

When the chocolate waffles are set in front of you and Sarah, and a typical two eggs, toast, and bacon meal is laid in front of Joel, the conversation slows. After taking a sip of water, Joel faces Sarah, sharing one quick glance with you.

“So, mija, do you remember last summer when you were telling me about those classmates of yours that were boyfriend and girlfriend and they spent recess together?”

“Yeah, Luke and Katie. They are not boyfriend girlfriend anymore,” she says with an exasperated sigh, taking another bite of her waffle.

“Well, that’s too bad…Anyways, Bug, d’you remember what you told me when Posey was moving away? Like what you told me I should ask her?” You forgo your breakfast for a moment, sipping your water and darting your eyes between Joel and Sarah. She seems perplexed for a minute, tapping her chin as she thinks back in her young memory.

“I think I remember, Daddy. Why?”

Joel adjusts in his seat, clearing his throat — he’s never had to have this type of conversation with Sarah. Every woman he dated before had never gotten to this point, and after over two years of this back and forth with you, over a year of being head over heels for you, he knows it’s appropriate and that it’s time and that this is going to last until the end. If everything goes, well, how he is hoping it will go, this will be the only time he has to have a conversation like this with Sarah.

If only he knew how you were just as nervous, clammy hands gripping your condensation-covered plastic cup tighter and looking over at Sarah. Sure, she loves you, but that is as her nanny. As a family friend. Would she change her opinion if you were dating her dad? Your mind told you that you couldn’t be sure despite the way your heart was yelling at you to tell you that it would be all fine.

“I was askin’ you all this 'cause I have a big question I wanted to ask you. It’s okay to be honest, princess, I want you to know you can say whatever it is you feel, yeah?” Sarah nods in confirmation, encouraging Joel to continue, “What would you think about Posey being my girlfriend?”

“Is she your girlfriend, Daddy?” Her head whips to the side, curls bouncing as a grin grows on her face, “Are you Daddy’s girlfriend?”

The younger Miller volleys her gaze between you and Joel, eyes widened with her brows raised as she sits up eagerly. You make eye contact with Joel, nodding to him with a gentle smile.

“Yeah, mija, Posey’s my girlfriend now. Can you believe she said yes to your silly dad?” He teases and can’t help but laugh along with her as she giggles excitedly, the infectiousness of it bringing out a laugh from you.

“I’m so excited! Wait, so that means Posey is gonna be hanging out with you lots of times? And she’ll be at our house and can play with me?” Her tiny arms wrap around your bicep closest to her, leaning into your side. You drop your head onto hers and both of you look over at Joel.

“As much as Posey wants to come over, we’d be happy to have her, right Bug?” He smiles sweetly at you, holding your eyes for a lingering moment before Sarah pipes up again.

“Well, you can’t take up all the time Posey is over, Daddy, ‘cause I want to hang out with her, too.” Her arms tighten possessively and you chuckle, shaking your head.

“No need to worry about that, sweet pea,” acting as if you’re sharing a secret with her, you lean in, “Don’t tell your dad, but I think we’ll hang out the most.”

Sarah giggles at your joke, leaning back in the booth and letting go of your arm. Joel’s daughter starts to list everything she wants to do this summer, now with you instead of only her dad, and you look up to face Joel for a moment. He shrugs and smiles at you, reaching over and stealing a bite of your waffle. At your gasp, he chuckles and grins smugly, chewing the swiped sweet.

“Hey, Daddy, that’s not very polite,” Sarah reprimands, turning back to her food.

“I was makin’ sure it wasn’t poisoned, mija, just like I’m going to make sure yours isn’t too,” he takes the same from her plate, and in retaliation, you reach over and grab a piece of bacon, splitting it in half and giving one to Sarah.

“Hey! I don’t have that much bacon, y’all have massive waffles.”

“Sharing is caring. That’s what you always say to me, Daddy.”

“Yeah, J, sharing is caring. Can’t give the lesson if you can’t follow it.” You playfully stick your tongue out and Sarah imitates it, too. Joel sighs and shakes his head, leaning back in the booth.

“Is the two of you teaming up on me gonna be a thing now?”

“Yeah,” you answer at the same time as Sarah, the three of you laughing with each other.

It was bold to come to a HomeGoods on a Sunday, all of the aisles packed with people browsing on this relaxing weekend, stowing away in the air conditioning before venturing to the other stores in the commons. Sarah grips your hand, poking around the shelves while Joel stands behind you, a hand on your waist to keep you close.

The aisle filled with sheet sets is finally discovered by the three of you, excusing yourselves to the center of the aisle past a few fellow shoppers, looking up and down before facing Joel.

“Alright, your choice. Anything but plain ol’ navy, please.”

Joel’s eyes follow the same path that yours had, combing over the options before shrugging and staring down at you again.

“You choose for me.”

“Okay, that is not the point, it is still your room and your house.”

“I made choices for your room for you, sweetheart, you choose for me now,” his timbre rings in your ears as he presses his lips into the side of your head, fingertips rubbing circles in your lower back. Sarah wanders off down the aisle and Joel calls out a warning to stay where he can see her, waiting for you as you peruse the options. After some consideration, you select a thin pinstriped set and a plain white one, holding the sets against your chest.

“What d’ya think of these? Like either of ‘em?” Joel checks them out, shrugging and smiling.

“Both look great to me. You wanna look at anything else, mi amor?” He leads you out of the aisle, taking the sets and holding them under his arm. Pursuing the store, the three of you weave around aisles, checking out some other things. Sarah excitedly runs ahead to explore the kids’ section, drawn in by glitter, sequins, and bright colors. Joel takes your hand with his open one, nodding to some furniture on display.

“D’you like any of that?” You hum, turning your attention to him when you hear his question, following his gaze to the mix of pieces. Shrugging, you squeeze his hand and grab his bicep with your opposite one.

“The chair’s nice. Personally, I prefer my handcrafted, artisan bookshelf though.”

Joel scoffs and laughs a bit at your descriptors, “M’glad to hear that, the amount of splinters I got for that thing was brutal.”

“There’s literally blood, sweat, and tears put into it then,” you tease, continuing to scan over the goods, “None of this compares to a Joel Miller original.”

“I mean, thank you, sweetheart, but I do want you to feel at home with us. I’d get whatever you liked—well, maybe not something I could make 'cause it’s less expensive for me to just do it, but I want you to have a hand in our home. Make it as much of your space as it is ours.”

“I do feel at home with you both cause it’s the two of you. I mean, I didn’t really feel completely at home until I was at your place. The drawing from Sarah and Flopsy and the fact that you built my studio for me made me feel so much more comfortable, but it was like something really settled when I saw you.” 

“Y’know, I like having little reminders of you every day, darlin’. Bedsheets, stolen bites of waffle, the stuffed animals on Sarah’s bed, my watch from you,” he lifts his left wrist to show off the round face with the army green band, kissing your cheek, “And I want whatever you are willing to give me, even if it is just those tiny moments. I would be content with that for the summer; no matter where you decide to end up, I’d cherish all the small things with you.”

Looking up at him, you give his hand a gentle squeeze, “Think we both know what I’m gonna decide, J.”

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A Moment with the Mothers :

Shwetpadmasana

My mind is in turmoil. Thoughts are racing around and crashing with each other. Thorns of shattered dreams are tearing through my skin. The maddening hopelessness of wasted time is screaming around my mind. The frustration of the focus that has been lost for years now choke me. Tears roll down my eyes. I crash on the ground. 'Ma help please,' I plead to the walls of my room as they stand witness to my pain.

There is a soft cooling wind. And a shroud of peace falls on me. The dark room seems to be aglow with a very pure light. But the light strangely does not blind me. It gently guides me to its source.

I am led to a strange place. I am surrounded with dark murky waters but somehow it does not touch me. There in the middle is a huge white lotus...the purest white I have ever seen. It floats on the murky waters without touching it. Lotus leaves form steps to its centre. There is a woman sitting there playing a Veena. She is awash with a strange welcoming light. Her Veena is emitting a sound which simultaneously sounds like every piece of music I love.

She opens her eyes and looks at me. She has such a gentle and loving smile on her face. Her face is like the moon of Purnima when it casts away night's darkness. Her dark hair ripples down her back. Her eyes are most beautifully lined with kohl. She is wearing a white saree made of the softest cotton bordered with exquisitely woven golden threads. She is wearing garlands of jasmines and pearls around her neck and wrists. They are spreading a heavenly fragrance all around. I am scared of even breathing loudly in front of this celestial being. Who is she?

Then I look into her eyes. They look at me with the love of a mother calling her child home. I rush to her without thinking anymore. Tears streaming down my cheeks I hug her. She holds me close to her bosom. Her gentle hands caress my head. My tears reflect in her eyes.

I have not spoken a single word but she seems to understand everything I have to say. In fact, even more. She understands every unspoken word hidden in the deepest crevasses of my mind. She holds my face and in the gentlest voice tells me to have faith in her. To not be afraid of the light of knowledge and truth. No time is lost. Everything is in accordance to what she had planned for me. A plan specific to me. Everything has been designed by her. I have to be unafraid of working hard to keep the flame of knowledge alive. The knowledge is not restrained in books. It is everywhere. She will always look out for me. Hold my hand through perilous roads. She will be there.

A resplendent swan glides though the air and lands nimbly on the dark waters. It reaches into the water and seems to have picked out some strange light from the darkness. I am bewildered. The Mother laughs...the sweet sound ringing through the darkness. She tells me to be like the swan. The darkest of waters have light hidden in them. I must learn how to find that light. Every bit of light I find will add to the flame inside me.

She gently kisses my head and everything around me dissolves into darkness. I wake up with a jerk. I am on the ground. It was a dream. But then why is the smell of jasmines still lingering around me? I stand up dazed to switch on the light of the room. A bright, fresh jasmine falls off my lap. I pick it up and hold it close to my heart.

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Raghuvan, Teri raah nihaare

chapter 6 here

Chapter 7

S/n: i have nothing to say in defense

Adikavya took a deep breath. No news have been received from Ram's house in past some days. Did he finally manage to call the wedding off? She slowed her steps down, didn't want to go home so soon. Her friends in college had nothing but sympathy for her when they got to know about the whole Ram and the brothel ordeal. Which was annoying- very annoying. Good thing college was ending soon, it was already hard enough for her to attend it with her family's permission. The more she stays away from the idea of marriage, the more she can study.

Adikavya huffed, turning the corner, almost knocking into someone. She looked up to find Akhtar there. Akhtar was a friend she made before college even started. He lived alone, away from his home in another state. Akhtar gave a long look to her and disappeared in the narrow street between two buildings. Adikavya sighed and followed him, knowing where they were heading to.

Akhtar was a tall man with curly head of hair and a beige kurta as his trademark. On a rather special moment, you might catch him wearing his septum ring. His demeanor was bold, strong, intimidating. But he was still as innocent and shy as a child. Although, he sure was a born leader.

Adikavya and Akhtar sat together, a boiled corn cob in their hands, swinging their legs as her anklets jingled in the eastern winds. "Why do you hate Ram?"

Adikavya looked at him in an awestruck confusion. This was way too out of ordinary.

"I don't"

"Don't lie"

"I don't hate him. I hate how it will be impossible to live my life how I want it to be if I get married to him"

"Why"

"Because first, I don't want to get married. And he is in love with someone else"

"Isn't that Sita from the mahal across the river?"

"Yeah"

"Wasn't she your friend?"

Adikavya froze on spot. She could feel the winds passing through her hair, her palms on the rough surface of the stone they sat on. She could feel the glowing fire in her heart of anxiety and hiding the truths. Akhtar promised to never utter this relationship in the world. Ever. Wordlessly, she got up and walked back home, leaving a hesitant Akhtar behind.

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Ram remembered when Sita laid by the banks of Ganga, drinking her sorrow away. Her hair like strands of gold woven with leaves of tulsi. Eyes keen like wide leaves of peepal, her bindi brighter than the moon. Ram wanted to touch her white saree, her scent after she has just taken a bath. The voice of sita's ghungroo chiming through the courtyard, mingling with chirps of maina on the railing of balcony.

Ram slowly smiled at the faint memory of his time in Sita Mahal, the ends of his lips tugged up by string of sadness. It's been two days since he left the Sita Mahal but was still finding his way home. Did he even have a home at this point? The only golden palace to call his home was the shining sandalwood arms of sita. Why does all the pleasure comes to an end? But she was just not a pleasure anyways. Never was.

Ram struggled to stand on his own legs at this point. He has been searching for his Sita throughout the roads of Banaras, but always gets tired remembering she is nowhere but the place he will never step a foot again. He could make out the road that led to Adikavya's home. Adikavya. The woman never loved him, never wanted to marry him. But she had the need to escape her family, to find a chance good enough to leave everything behind. Ram also saw the terrace of his own- Babai's house from a distance in blurriness. It was quarter to twelve, the streets empty with warmth of streetlights being Ram's only comfort. He slumped down by the pole, the excess amount of alcohol finally getting to his head.

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Adikavya hurried to close the windows in a hurry with all the mosquitos following the sweet scent in her house. It was way too late but she was desperate to get rid of them. The constant whirring and biting has been a disaster for her sleep.

In the distant streetlamp light, she could figure out an unconscious shadow by the pole. Must be a drunkard, she thought. Her bangles jingled lightly when she reached for the window gate. As she shut the wooden window gently as to not awaken anyone in the house, a fleeting thought of the drunkard being Ram passed her mind. It was true that no one knew where Ram had been from past two days. Although Adikavya and her family assumed that 'he must be lying in a ditch somewhere', she was, if not equally, but a little worried- for the sake of humanity.

Covering her face with a shawl, her hurried footsteps were the only sound of life in the dead street at night. Adikavya wished it was not Ram. That would be a lot less burden on her. Even if it was Ram, what would she do? Who would she call for help? And most importantly, why would she call anyone for help? Ram was no one related to her or was not going to be related to her anytime soon. Adikavya's steps only quicken at the sight of a body as muscular as Ram. If it was Ram, she would have to drag him his own house and leave him there. No other options.

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Introduction:

As we search in the ever-changing landscape of fashion,it is easy to get lost in the sea of trends and fast-fashion. But at Heaven Clothing Store in Trivandrum,we believe that style and sustainability go hand in hand. Our mission is to provide high-quality,fashionable clothing that not only makes you look and feel great but also supports a more environmentally friendly future. As we support more sustainable future fashion clothing 

Indian fashion culture

Indian fashion culture is a vibrant tapestry woven with threads of tradition, innovation, and storytelling. At the heart of Indian fashion lies the timeless art of handloom weaving. Across the length and breadth of the country, skilled artisans ply their craft, creating fabrics that are as rich in history as they are in texture. From the luxurious Banarasi silks to the earthy elegance of Khadi, each handloom creation is a testament to India's artisanal heritage, passed down through generations with love and reverence. We cannot talk about Indian fashion without mentioning legendary sarees. The sari, a beautiful piece of clothing, represents grace, tradition, and feminine charm. It comes in many different styles across India, showing the country's diverse culture. Despite changing fashion trends, the sari remains a timeless symbol.

So Heaven Clothing and the saree boutique in Trivandrum know the importance of sarees. We are passionate about sarees and dedicated to providing our customers with the finest handcrafted designs that celebrate India’s rich textile heritage. We provide a huge collection of traditional and special sarees for our customers.

Indian ethnic wear includes lots of different kinds of clothes that people wear for special occasions or just every day. For example, there's the saree, which is a long piece of cloth that women drape around themselves in different styles. Then there's the salwar kameez, which is like a long shirt paired with loose pants and a scarf. It's comfy and can be fancy too. For big celebrations like weddings, women often wear lehenga cholis, which are fancy skirts with matching tops and scarves. Men have their own traditional outfits too, like the sherwani, which is a fancy coat worn with pants, or the kurta pyjama, which is a long shirt with loose pants. These clothes come in lots of different styles and colors, showing off India's rich cultural diversity.

Indian fashion culture extends far beyond the glitz and glamor of the runway, permeating every aspect of daily life. From the ornate bridal ensembles worn during lavish weddings to the everyday attire of bustling markets and bazaars, fashion is an integral part of Indian society. It's not just about looking good; it's about self-expression, cultural identity, and storytelling through attire. In this way, Indian fashion becomes a language of its own, speaking volumes about tradition, status, and personal style.

 

In Kerala, people wear a mix of old and new styles. Women often wear traditional Kerala sarees, and men wear Mundus, especially for special events. They look very classy, especially when paired with fancy gold jewelry. But nowadays, Western clothes are also getting popular, especially among young people. Even with these new trends, people still love and value Kerala's cultural traditions. You can see this in the colorful and stylish clothes they wear, which show off both old and new influences. Kerala's fashion is like a mirror, showing its rich history and changing identity.

Heaven clothing store really looking forward to Kerala fashion culture; it becomes heaven as the leading Trivandrum dress shop. We set up a special collection of a mix of traditional wear and western clothing for you. However, as fashion changes, Heaven's clothing also changes.

 

Traditional wears of India.

India's traditional attire is a vibrant tapestry reflecting the country's diverse cultures, regions, and historical influences. The sari stands as an iconic symbol of Indian femininity, with its graceful draping styles and intricate designs varying from region to region. Meanwhile, the salwar kameez, with its combination of a long tunic, loose trousers, and scarf, holds sway in North India, offering both elegance and comfort. For festive occasions and weddings, the lehenga choli steals the spotlight, blending ornate skirts, fitted blouses, and flowing dupattas into dazzling ensembles, particularly popular in the northern states. 

In the world of men's clothing, different outfits have their own special place. The sherwani is the go-to choice for fancy events, with its fancy designs and classic look. On the other hand, the kurta pajama is more relaxed but still stylish, making it good for everyday wear or less formal gatherings. In the southern parts of India, the dhoti is popular. It's simple and traditional, worn by wrapping it around the waist and legs gracefully. In Gujarat and Rajasthan, during celebrations, you'll often see women wearing the colorful ghagra choli. It has vibrant skirts, fancy tops, and flowing scarves, reflecting the festive mood.

 

India's clothing also varies by region. In Kerala, men wear the mundu. In Kashmir, the pheran is common. And across India, the bandhgala, or Nehru jacket, is loved for its classy look. Each outfit has a story behind it, reflecting the culture and history of its region. Together, they create a rich tapestry of colors, fabrics, and traditions that represent India's diverse people.

                     

Heaven Clothing Store in Trivandrum has special collections of traditional wear, not just Kerala's traditional wear. All over India, traditional wear is in our collection. We also have special wedding collections for the bride and groom. You can select any Indian traditional wear from our store.

Office Outfits.

An office outfit refers to the clothes people wear to work in a professional setting. It typically includes formal or semi-formal attire such as dress shirts, trousers or skirts, blouses, suits, dresses, and appropriate footwear like dress shoes. The specific dress code may vary depending on the workplace culture and industry norms. The aim of an office outfit is to look polished, presentable, and suitable for the work environment while also reflecting personal style within professional boundaries. It's all about looking professional and appropriate for your job. For guys, this usually means shirts, pants, and maybe a tie or a suit. For ladies, it could be a blouse and skirt or pants, a dress, or even a professional-looking top with trousers. The key is to choose clothes that are neat, clean, and not too casual. You want to make a good impression and feel confident while you work.

Women's fashion is currently experiencing a dynamic shift towards sustainability, with a notable emphasis on eco-friendly materials and ethical production practices. This trend reflects a growing awareness of environmental issues and a desire for clothing choices that align with values of responsibility and stewardship. Additionally, the athleisure trend remains popular, seamlessly integrating athletic wear into everyday outfits for a comfortable yet stylish look. Oversized silhouettes are also making a statement, offering a relaxed and effortless aesthetic that prioritizes comfort without sacrificing style. Another emerging trend is romanticized cottagecore fashion, characterized by soft, feminine silhouettes, floral prints, and vintage-inspired pieces that evoke a sense of nostalgia and simplicity. Furthermore, there's a noticeable shift towards gender-neutral fashion, with styles and silhouettes designed to be inclusive and accommodating, shaped by factors such as social media, cultural influences, and sustainability concerns, providing women with a diverse range of options to express their individuality and style preferences. to individuals of all genders.

Men's fashion is currently embracing a blend of classic styles with modern twists, catering to a diverse range of tastes and preferences. Sustainable fashion is gaining traction, with an increasing number of brands offering eco-friendly materials and ethical production practices. Athleisure continues to be a prominent trend, seamlessly blending athletic wear with casual and formal attire for a versatile and comfortable look. Tailoring is also making a comeback, with a focus on well-fitted suits, jackets, and trousers that exude sophistication and style. Additionally, streetwear-inspired looks remain popular, characterized by bold graphics, oversized silhouettes, and urban influences. Men's fashion is evolving to embrace individuality and self-expression, with a focus on quality craftsmanship, versatility, and sustainability.

  

The "dark side" of fashion refers to the less visible but deeply concerning aspects of the industry, characterized by unethical practices and environmental harm. One prominent issue is the exploitation of workers, particularly in developing countries, where labor regulations are often lax. Garment workers endure long hours, low wages, and unsafe working conditions in factories, contributing to social injustices and human rights violations. Moreover, the fashion industry's rapid production and consumption cycle, known as fast fashion, fuels overproduction, excessive waste, and environmental degradation. Processes like dyeing fabrics and chemical treatments contribute to pollution and resource depletion, further exacerbating the industry's environmental footprint. Additionally, a lack of transparency in supply chains makes it challenging to trace the origins of materials and ensure ethical and sustainable practices throughout production. Addressing these issues requires collective action from industry stakeholders, consumers, and policymakers to promote ethical labor standards, environmental sustainability, and transparency in the fashion supply chain.

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Solution for this is sustainable fashion Sustainable fashion refers to clothing, accessories, and footwear that are designed, produced, and used in ways that are environmentally friendly and socially responsible. This involves considering the environmental impact of materials and production processes, as well as promoting fair labor practices throughout the supply chain. Sustainable fashion encompasses various practices, including using organic or recycled materials, reducing waste through efficient design and production methods, and supporting ethical labor standards. Additionally, sustainable fashion encourages consumers to make mindful purchasing decisions, such as investing in high-quality, long-lasting pieces and supporting brands that prioritize sustainability. By promoting environmental stewardship and social equity, sustainable fashion aims to create a more ethical and resilient fashion industry.

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A traditional and precious saree in India is the pure silk hand woven Paithani saree. Its takes to weave many days. That's why this saree is so expensive. Paithani saree never come in printed it's all purely hand woven silk.

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Why Does Every Womens Wardrobe Must Have Traditional Ethnic Wear

The women's traditional clothing of a culture is an essential component of a lot of different societies, not to mention a classic fashion statement. These articles of clothing, including sarees, kurtas, and lehengas, are steeped in history, tradition, and culture, and they have the ability to lend a one-of-a-kind quality to any wardrobe. Keep reading to know why your wardrobe must have traditional ethnic wear for women.

The adaptability of traditional ethnic clothing for women is one of the primary reasons why every closet ought to contain some of this clothing. These articles of clothing are appropriate for both business attire and more relaxed settings. For example, a saree can be worn in a manner that is traditional and formal for an event like a wedding, or it can be worn in a manner that is less formal and more modern for an occasion like hanging out with friends. Because of its adaptability, the product offers excellent value for the money.

A person's cultural history can be celebrated and honored in several ways, and possessing traditional ethnic clothing can be one of those ways. These articles of clothing are an essential component of many different cultures and can be worn as a display of pride and admiration for one's ancestry and tradition. One method to honor one's Indian ancestry while also celebrating the celebration of occasions like Diwali is to dress in traditional Indian garb, such as draping oneself in a saree. You must buy traditional ethnic wear for women online for better options.

In addition, weddings, festivals, and religious rituals are all occasions that call for special attire, and one option that is both exquisite and fashionable is traditional ethnic apparel. The fact that traditional ethnic wear for women typically has sophisticated designs and is covered with lovely embroidery and embellishments makes them well-suited for the events in question. They offer a means by which one can distinguish oneself from the crowd and express one's individuality.

Traditional ethnic wear for women is not only significant in terms of culture and fashion, but they also offer a choice that is sustainable and kind to the environment. The majority of these garments are hand-woven, and they are constructed out of natural fibers such as cotton and silk, both of which are non-toxic to the environment and biodegradable. As a result, compared to rapid fashion, wearing traditional ethnic wear is the option that is more responsible and better for the environment.

Last but not least, traditional ethnic wear for women from a particular ethnic group is frequently an heirloom that is handed down through the generations. They are frequently appreciated and cared for, and as a result, they might be considered a unique thing by many people. These garments have the power to bring back happy thoughts and feelings from the past, as well as offer a sense of connection to the past.

If you have been looking for the best online womens clothing store, you may get in touch with Sitaram Designer. Our brand has the most amazing designs of traditional clothing. Shop them now!

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Baluchari sarees are distinguished by their wonderfully hand-woven mythological images and tales on silk. Because the weaving community is mostly concentrated in the Bishnupur district of West Bengal, they are also known as Bishnupuri sarees.

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Conscious Couture with Kashmiri Garments

In the world of fashion, few pieces hold the status of heirlooms - garments that are not only beautiful but also crafted to last, cherished for generations. Kashmiri garments fall into this unique category, weaving together luxury, heritage, and sustainability in a way that is rare in modern clothing. Each piece, from a finely woven Pashmina shawl to intricately embroidered Tilla work kurtas, is an investment in craftsmanship, style, and cultural preservation, making it much more than a simple addition to a wardrobe.

What sets Kashmiri garments apart is their incredible longevity. The materials used, such as pure Pashmina wool, high-quality silk, and sustainable dyes, are chosen not only for their beauty but also for their durability. Unlike synthetic fabrics, which often degrade and lose shape over time, Kashmiri textiles are designed to withstand years, even decades of wear, often looking even more beautiful with age.

The meticulous craftsmanship that goes into every piece also plays a major role in their lasting quality. Skilled artisans, many of whom come from generations of weavers, spend months carefully hand-weaving and embroidering each garment. This slow and deliberate process ensures that every thread and stitch is perfectly placed, resulting in pieces that can be worn for a lifetime without losing their allure. For those who value sustainable fashion, investing in such high-quality, long-lasting garments is the perfect way to reduce waste and consumption while owning pieces that hold their value over time.

Kashmiri garments have long been valued as heirlooms, passed down through families as treasured possessions. A finely crafted Pashmina shawl, for instance, is more than just a luxurious wrap; it is a family treasure, often given as a wedding gift or preserved as a symbol of heritage. These pieces connect generations, carrying stories, memories, and traditions from one era to the next. Unlike mass-produced items, which can feel transient and impersonal, heirloom garments hold a deeply personal connection to culture, family, and artistry.

This heirloom quality is one of the defining characteristics of Kashmiri fashion, making these garments much more than clothing, they are family legacy items. Passing down a Kashmiri shawl or an embroidered saree allows each new generation to not only inherit a garment but to experience a piece of their cultural heritage. In an era when fashion trends come and go, owning a piece that transcends time is a meaningful way to honor both history and family.

While heirloom Kashmiri garments are undeniably luxurious, they are also an investment. The initial cost reflects the time, skill, and resources required to produce each piece, but that investment pays off in years of beauty and functionality. Unlike fast-fashion items that lose their appeal quickly, a well-crafted Kashmiri garment appreciates in sentimental and even financial value over time. Each wear enhances its softness and drape, making it feel even more exquisite as the years pass.

From a sustainability perspective, investing in such enduring quality is invaluable. When we choose garments that last decades, we reduce the demand for new resources and decrease waste, supporting a circular fashion model that respects the environment. Kashmiri garments, with their heirloom quality, are perfectly aligned with the principles of slow fashion, which advocates for fewer, more meaningful purchases. Each piece becomes a personal artifact, and when worn, it stands as a reminder that true luxury is about timelessness, not trend.

Every Kashmiri garment is unique, carrying the soul and skill of the artisan who created it. The traditional techniques, such as hand-embroidery, Tilla work, Sozni needlework, and Aari, are preserved through each garment, infusing them with a richness that cannot be replicated by machine. Each piece tells a story of place and craftsmanship, capturing the beauty of Kashmir’s landscapes, floral motifs, and cultural history.

Owning and passing down such a garment means preserving the artisan's story along with the garment itself. Today, as fashion enthusiasts grow more interested in sustainable and ethical fashion, these stories offer a connection to something real and human. By investing in Kashmiri couture, each wearer becomes part of a larger legacy of beauty, culture, and environmental respect.

As more consumers seek out meaningful alternatives to fast fashion, Kashmiri garments offer an ideal choice. They allow us to embrace luxury and beauty without compromising on values, providing garments that are truly built to last. Conscious couture is about valuing quality over quantity, choosing pieces with purpose, and understanding that true fashion is as much about heritage as it is about personal style. By investing in Kashmiri garments, we choose to honor the artisans who pour their skill into every stitch and contribute to a sustainable future by opting for pieces that stand the test of time. Each heirloom garment becomes a reminder of the past, a treasured gift in the present, and a legacy for the future, making Kashmiri couture a conscious, enduring choice for anyone who believes that fashion should be beautiful, sustainable, and meaningful. Shop conscious couture from Luxuries of Kashmir today and make a difference.

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The Timeless Elegance of Ajrakh and Silk: A Guide to Style and Tradition

Silk has always been synonymous with grace, luxury, and timelessness. Across India, traditional silk fabrics and designs have woven their way into cultural heritage and contemporary wardrobes. Whether you’re looking for a stunning ajrakh modal silk saree online or the subtle sophistication of chanderi silk suits, these traditional textiles are worth exploring. Let’s dive into the world of these fabrics and why they continue to enchant us.

Ajrakh Modal Silk Sarees: A Masterpiece of Artistry

Ajrakh is a traditional hand-block printing technique that has roots tracing back to ancient civilizations. Known for its intricate geometric and floral designs, Ajrakh is crafted using natural dyes, often with indigo, madder, and other earthy hues. When this artistry meets the luxurious drape of modal silk, it creates a masterpiece: the ajrakh hand block printed modal silk saree.

Why Modal Silk? Modal silk is a breathable, lightweight fabric with a soft sheen, making it ideal for sarees. It perfectly complements the detailed Ajrakh prints, adding a modern touch to a traditional art form.

Where to Wear It? Whether it’s a wedding, festive celebration, or a formal gathering, an Ajrakh saree effortlessly bridges the gap between tradition and contemporary elegance.

The Grace of Chanderi Silk Suits

Chanderi silk is a fabric that has stood the test of time, originating in the quaint town of Chanderi in Madhya Pradesh. It’s known for its sheer texture and lightweight quality, combined with luxurious embroidery or woven patterns.

Why Choose Chanderi? The beauty of a chanderi silk suit lies in its versatility. It is light enough for a casual daytime event and grand enough for an evening soiree. The suit’s fabric often incorporates zari work, making it a classic choice for festive occasions.

Styling Tips: Pair a Chanderi suit with delicate jewelry and flat juttis for a minimal yet sophisticated look. The soft sheen of the fabric naturally enhances your elegance.

Maheshwari Suits: The Epitome of Subtle Sophistication

Maheshwari fabric is another traditional treasure that showcases India’s rich textile heritage. Crafted in the town of Maheshwar in Madhya Pradesh, Maheshwari suits are known for their simplicity and elegance.

What Makes Maheshwari Special? Maheshwari fabric is often a blend of silk and cotton, making it lightweight and comfortable. It features unique reversible borders and geometric patterns that set it apart. Opting for maheshwari suits online allows you to explore a variety of patterns and colors that blend tradition with modern aesthetics.

Why It’s a Must-Have? Maheshwari suits are perfect for office wear, casual outings, and even semi-formal events. Their understated charm makes them a favorite for those who prefer subtlety over extravagance.

Exploring the Versatility of Modal Silk Fabric

Modal silk is a modern fabric that is gaining popularity for its adaptability and comfort. A blend of modal and silk, this fabric has a luxurious feel and a rich drape that makes it ideal for a variety of garments.

Why Is It So Popular? The softness and durability of modal silk fabric make it a favorite for sarees, dresses, and suits. Its breathable quality ensures you stay comfortable, whether it’s summer or winter.

Sustainable Fashion: Modal silk is also a more sustainable alternative compared to pure silk, making it a go-to for environmentally conscious shoppers who don’t want to compromise on style.

Ajrakh Hand Block Prints: A Heritage Worth Celebrating

The technique of Ajrakh printing is steeped in history, requiring immense skill and precision. The bold, symmetrical patterns and natural dyes used in these prints reflect the harmony between human creativity and nature.

Why Invest in Ajrakh? Owning an ajrakh hand block printed modal silk saree is like owning a piece of art. Each saree is a labor of love, taking days to complete. The intricate patterns and vibrant colors make it a standout choice for those who value craftsmanship.

Tips for Styling Ajrakh Sarees: Pair an Ajrakh saree with oxidized jewelry and a clutch for a bohemian yet traditional look. You can also drape it differently for a contemporary vibe.

How to Shop for These Timeless Pieces Online

Shopping for traditional fabrics and designs has become easier than ever with online platforms offering an extensive collection. Whether you are searching for a ajrakh modal silk saree online, a chanderi silk suit, or maheshwari suits online, here are a few tips to keep in mind:

Verify Authenticity: Look for detailed descriptions and customer reviews to ensure you’re buying authentic products.

Compare Prices: Traditional fabrics can vary in price depending on their intricacy. Make sure you’re getting the best value.

Check Fabric Details: Ensure the material is as described. For example, modal silk should have a smooth texture and a slight sheen.

Delivery Policies: Check the return and delivery policies to ensure a hassle-free shopping experience.

Caring for Your Silk Fabrics

Silk and modal silk fabrics require gentle care to maintain their sheen and texture. Here are some quick tips:

Hand wash or dry clean only to prevent damage.

Avoid direct sunlight when drying to prevent fading.

Store in a cool, dry place, preferably wrapped in a muslin cloth.

Conclusion

Traditional fabrics like Ajrakh, Chanderi, and Maheshwari are more than just garments — they are a celebration of culture, art, and history. Whether you’re drawn to the intricate designs of an ajrakh modal silk saree online or the understated elegance of a chanderi silk suit, these textiles offer something unique for every occasion. Explore the beauty of these timeless treasures and add a touch of tradition to your wardrobe today!

FAQs

1. What is special about Ajrakh modal silk sarees? Ajrakh sarees are known for their intricate hand-block prints, natural dyes, and luxurious modal silk fabric, which offers both elegance and comfort.

2. How can I style a Chanderi silk suit? Chanderi silk suits can be styled with delicate jewelry and traditional footwear for a minimal and sophisticated look.

3. Why are Maheshwari suits so popular? Maheshwari suits are lightweight, elegant, and versatile, making them suitable for both casual and formal occasions.

4. Is modal silk fabric sustainable? Yes, modal silk is a more sustainable alternative to pure silk and is known for its softness and durability.

5. Where can I find authentic hand-block printed Ajrakh sarees? You can explore online platforms that specialize in traditional textiles, ensuring authenticity and variety. Always check reviews and fabric details before purchasing.

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Chikankari Fabric: Timeless Elegance and Artistry Woven into Threads

Chikankari fabric, originating from the culturally rich city of Lucknow, is a hallmark of Indian hand embroidery. This delicate and timeless fabric is adorned with intricate threadwork, embodying the finesse of traditional artisanship.

Key Features of Chikankari Fabric

Delicate Embroidery: Chikankari involves hand-embroidered patterns, often floral or paisley, using fine threads. The subtle detailing gives the fabric a soft and graceful appearance.

Versatile Textiles: Traditionally worked on cotton, Chikankari is now embroidered on various materials, including silk, georgette, chiffon, and organza, catering to diverse fashion preferences.

Breathable Comfort: The lightweight nature of Chikankari fabric, particularly when made from cotton or muslin, makes it perfect for warm climates, offering both comfort and elegance.

Uses of Chikankari Fabric

Ethnic Wear: Chikankari kurtas, sarees, and dupattas are staples for festive occasions, blending traditional charm with contemporary style.

Casual Outfits: Its understated beauty makes it a popular choice for everyday wear, such as tunics, dresses, and shirts.

Home Furnishings: Beyond fashion, Chikankari patterns are also used in cushion covers, table runners, and curtains, adding a touch of elegance to interiors.

Preserving the Legacy

Chikankari fabric is a testament to the artistry and heritage of Indian hand embroidery. By choosing Chikankari, one supports skilled artisans while embracing a timeless tradition of elegance and craftsmanship. This fabric continues to inspire modern designs while staying rooted in its rich cultural origins.

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The Timeless Elegance of Uppada Handloom Sarees

The Origins of Uppada Sarees

The roots of Uppada sarees can be traced back to the 18th century when the weavers in Uppada began crafting these intricately woven textiles. Initially, these sarees were woven by hand on traditional pit looms using silk threads, and they became popular due to their distinctive style and sophisticated designs. Over time, the weaving technique evolved, but the fundamental process of creating these masterpieces has remained largely unchanged.

The art of weaving Uppada sarees is believed to have been passed down through generations of skilled artisans, making it a vital part of the region’s cultural heritage. Uppada is a small town located in the East Godavari district of Andhra Pradesh, uppada handloom sarees and it has gained international recognition for producing some of the finest handwoven textiles in India.

Weaving Technique: A Work of Art

What makes Uppada sarees stand out from other handloom sarees is their intricate weaving technique known as the "Jamdani" weave. The Jamdani method involves the careful selection of threads, which are woven into elaborate patterns, often with floral motifs, geometric designs, and rich borders. This technique requires great skill and precision, and it can take anywhere from a few days to several weeks to complete one saree.

The looms used for weaving Uppada sarees are typically pit looms, where the weaver uses their hands and feet to carefully maneuver the shuttle and create the weave. The sarees are made from a variety of materials, including silk, cotton, and georgette, but silk is the most preferred due to its sheen and luxurious texture.

The Craftsmanship and Designs

Uppada sarees are known for their light weight and softness, making them easy to drape and wear. The intricate motifs woven into the sarees are often inspired by nature, such as flowers, birds, peacocks, and paisleys. Additionally, geometric patterns like checks, stripes, and diamonds are also common, giving these sarees a modern yet traditional look.

The border designs of Uppada sarees are another aspect that draws attention. They are often embellished with gold or silver zari work, adding a touch of luxury and richness to the overall design. Zari, cotton gadwal saree online a metallic thread made from gold or silver, is meticulously woven into the fabric, enhancing the saree's beauty. This zari work is usually done along the edges or in intricate motifs on the pallu (the loose end of the saree), making the saree an elegant choice for weddings, festivals, and formal gatherings.

Popular Varieties of Uppada Sarees

Uppada sarees come in a variety of styles, with some of the most popular being:

Uppada Silk Sarees: These sarees are woven with pure silk and are known for their softness, sheen, and vibrant colors. The designs range from traditional motifs to contemporary patterns, and they are a favorite for weddings and formal events.

Uppada Jamdani Sarees: As mentioned, the Jamdani weave is one of the most famous techniques used to create these sarees. These sarees are lightweight and have a beautiful texture, often embellished with zari work and intricate designs.

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Why Choose Uppada Sarees?

There are several reasons why Uppada sarees are highly sought after:

Timeless Elegance: The exquisite designs, luxurious fabric, and fine craftsmanship ensure that these sarees never go out of style. They are perfect for traditional events, weddings, and festive occasions.

Lightweight and Comfortable: Despite their intricate designs and luxurious appeal, Uppada sarees are light in weight and comfortable to wear for long hours.

Variety of Designs and Colors: Whether you prefer vibrant colors or muted tones, floral or geometric patterns, there is an Uppada saree for every taste and occasion.

Sustainability: Handwoven sarees are eco-friendly as they are made with minimal use of machines and chemicals. By purchasing these sarees, you are supporting sustainable fashion.

Conclusion

Uppada handloom sarees are a true representation of India’s rich textile heritage, blending tradition with elegance. These sarees, made with meticulous craftsmanship, continue to captivate fashion enthusiasts and collectors alike. Whether for a wedding, festival, or any special occasion, an Uppada saree makes a statement of grace, sophistication, and cultural pride. By owning one, you are not just investing in a piece of clothing, but in a timeless tradition that has been passed down through centuries.

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