Shocking pink does not soften for anyone, and I never asked it to. One kadhua buti sits raised at my chest and returns again at my back, gold holding its ground on both sides of a colour bold enough to fill a room alone. My leg border picks up the pace, stripes and booti running tight in gold against the same unapologetic pink, edged with a thread of purple. I was cut for a coord, where colour leads and the silhouette simply follows. Banaras rarely goes this bright, which is exactly why I exist. Wear me where quiet was never the plan.