Pink came to me the way dusk comes, without asking permission, softening everything it touches. Gold and silver booti sit side by side across my length, two metals that Banaras rarely lets share the same thread. My border carries a paisley trail thick enough to hold its own light even in a dim room. Near my pallu the same booti grow larger, as if dusk deepened just there. I am the colour worn when the occasion is gentle, not loud, a haldi morning or a quiet reception. Wear me when soft is the whole point.