On the top floor (Rs 2000 and over), a family group sits in front of a runway while shop girls unravel bolts of cloth and spread it over themselves. Another girl runs around offering cups of frothy coffee.
The aftermath of choosing a wedding sari
It is all a whirl: green, pink, red, gold and more cloth than I have seen in my life. The effect is not unlike Aladdin's Cave after a few strong G&Ts (I imagine).
Eventually a suspicious and scary assistant approaches me and asks “Are you here to buy a sari?”
I confess that I am not and retreat to the safety of the lower floors.
Even the display models look scary