Lehenga Quotes

I spread out the lehenga fabric into a perfect circle on the living room floor. It looked like a pool of blue silk spangled with gold and silver. Then I raised my best pair of scissors.

She wore a glittering blush-pink lehenga from Falguni Shane Peacock, the Mumbai designers who generally made outfits for Beyoncé and Lady Gaga but took on a regular old brown girl every once in a while; he—Neil, my ex—wore a tux. Tom Ford, according to the tag. He looked trimmer. Fitter.

My slim and trim ex who was in line with his fiancée, resplendent as ever in another fucking Falguni Shane Peacock lehenga. Good God, was she sponsored by them? Who owned that much Indian couture? She was looking at me in horror.

The first of the pre-monsoon winds stirs the dust in the courtyard outside the police station. The women have gathered in front of the door. Sarita Devi sits in front, the pradhan's formidable wife by her side. The wind picks up speed. The drapes of the women's saris and lehengas flutter like a battalion's flags, screaming pinks and yellows, burnt orange and incendiary blues, deep-dyed ominous reds. Their silence worries Ombir, far more than if they were raising slogans or shouting.

Stories of a woman in a red-and-gold bridal lehenga, hitching rides. When Arnav had first heard the tale, he’d felt sorry for that bride, picturing her—kohl and lipstick smudged, her eyes wild.

People going to Chandni Chowk to get designer copies of lehengas inspired by actresses are now shaming Neha Kakkar on the wedding dress similarity and entirely spoiling her wedding day for her while they stand against Internet bullying. Next time do not go to new market or Chandni Chowk with a picture of a celebrity bride. Design your own lehenga please. We need people to inspire us for originality please.❤️