Some of my fondest childhood memories were those special days when I would get off the big yellow bus at the end of the school day and see Amma standing in the doorway in a sari, waiting for us, her beauty radiating in that special way an Amma looks to an adoring child. Sometimes it was a pandigai and she was in one of her gorgeous, timeless Kanchipurams; other times, she just felt like wearing one of her fabulous everyday saris, in those particular prints of the…
