May Your Best Saree(s) Win! Blue with shades of purple, pink and white is how I remember it for those were the only color names that I knew then. Now, I can picture it in my mind with the hues of teal, periwinkle, magenta, lavender, mauve, azure, lapis and cobalt that it had. If I close my eyes, I can recall the feel of its crepe and chiffon pallu grazing my forearm or its fall-trimmed edges reaching my toes. It was more than just a saree; it was an experience, a discovery, an itinerary, an intellectual intimacy all at once and by turn. Whenever I recall @kkrish 's post about sorting her saree collection, ironing and lovingly hanging them, my mind unbidden goes through each almirah, suitcase, chest of drawers and closet I have used to store my sarees over the years. Remembering all those sarees is like standing in front of each set and trying to choose which one to wear on a given day. Many memorable sarees came to mind, but that blue-purple-pink-white chiffon-crepe saree is the foremost. It was special then and remains so now even if it exists only in the innermost recesses of my memory. The print was too bold to wear to interviews or presentations, but it was perfect to wear when going for a joyride on my TVS. A joyride in the rain. An indulgence that was not frowned upon by anyone as long as the rain was only a drizzle. It was my go-to saree on days when I knew I would be taking a crowded city bus or had to go to multiple locations of my office. Two safety-pins was all it took for the crepe-chiffon to stay in place the entire day faithfully protecting my modesty on crowded buses as well as staying wrinkle-free. Talking of wrinkle-free, it was my first true wash-and-wear garment, though ironing it did give it a sophisticated sheen and even better fall. The one time it went to the dhobi for ironing by mistake, I was fit to be tied for I trusted only me and my sister with ironing it. The whole family breathed a sigh of relief when the dhobi brought it back intact three days later. My friends and colleagues often pulled my leg about how often I wore it. The closer ones dared to call it my "uniform" and I later came to know that some used to even place bets on whether I’d wear it to work on a given day. I wish I still had it. It was not so fancy as to be preserved with care for years and handed down with love and instructions to the next generation, but I would have liked to see my daughter wear it once. There were a few other sarees that were special to me, but they will always come second to this one. There are many sarees for various occasions and times - teen years, first job, the first one "borrowed" from your mom, your wedding saree, the reception one. Which one stands in the forefront of your memory? Which had that special material, print, or memories associated with it? Do share. Maybe even a picture of the saree if you still have it. .