Riddle of the night

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Mannan Mashhur Zarif
20 May 2019, 18:00 PM
UPDATED 21 May 2019, 00:00 AM
Mercury has hit 40, and Earth is squirming under the fury of the blazing sun. We await a downpour; only a downpour can quench this thirst.

Somewhere deep in our hearts, it is almost the same longing for the company of a special soul.

Perhaps you have heard of saris speaking

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Photo: Sazzad Ibne Sayed, Styling Sonia Yeasmin Isha, Makeup: Farzana Shakil’s Makeover Salon

Mercury has hit 40, and Earth is squirming under the fury of the blazing sun. We await a downpour; only a downpour can quench this thirst.

Somewhere deep in our hearts, it is almost the same longing for the company of a special soul.

Perhaps you have heard of saris speaking to their wearer. Sometimes, it whispers to the one standing at a distance.

Her colours, loud. Purple lace grace the ‘paar’ and ornate flora caress the ‘anchal’. Her prominent bones and the sleek ballerina bun, is offset by the dangling earrings.

You pinch yourself, just to see if this is all a dream.

Is it?

Model: Tania
Wardrobe: Preali

Location: Four Points by Sheraton Dhaka