The Day Dadi Became a Girl Again
Somewhere along the way, Dadi stopped being herself—
and became someone’s wife, someone’s mother, someone’s daughter-in-law.
Time didn’t ask her what she loved.
It just handed her responsibilities, one after the other.
But today, Dadi wore her favorite pishwas.
She tied her paranda like she used to,
and looked at herself with the eyes of a girl who still lives inside her.
Because our mothers, our grandmothers—
they weren’t born to serve everyone else.
They were once girls with dreams, with joy, with their own favorite colors.
And they still are.
They just need to be reminded that they matter too.
✨ At Tabassum, we don’t just dress women—we celebrate them.
At every age. At every phase. Always.
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