One of the most memorable parts of my India trip was the family photo shoot we did. We hired a photographer and told them not to ask anyone to pose—just to capture moments as they happened.
The excitement started with picking a type of handloom, buying the sarees, and getting everything ready. My mother never agreed to wear the same saree as the rest of us, but she always looked forward to being part of it.
When I booked my ticket to India this time, I had mixed feelings about doing the shoot. Would we even want to? Everything felt different
We all are dealing with our grief in our own way, the loss changed us in a big way.
None of us were particularly enthusiastic, but we decided to go through with it quietly, got a mangalgiri cotton this time.
It was a quiet, somber afternoon. We didn’t make a big deal of it No photographer, no makeup no noise or planning.
The kids from the building and my brother-in-law took the pictures.
Papa became the center for all of us. He was there for us holding us together and hid his sadness very well. I know he was missing amma every second.
And yet, those pictures mean so much. They make me happy, but they also make me miss my mom even more. Sometimes they hurt to look at. But they also remind me that love stays, even when the people don’t.
And maybe that’s why we still do the saree shoot—because in some quiet way, it brings her back to us.
A Mangalgiri cotton with Ikat blouse.
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