Sawan doesn’t ask permission before it arrives, it announces itself in petrichor, in temple bells, in the sudden green that floods every field and rooftop garden overnight. And somewhere in that ritual calendar, green stopped being just a color and became a language of its own, one that brides-to-be, mehendi hosts, and Teej celebrants have spoken for centuries. This monsoon, we’re not asking you to pick a green saree. We’re handing you […]
