MY DADIMA WEARS A SARI

Rupa’s grandmother wears beautiful saris every day, and Rupa wants to know if she ever gets tired of them. “Never,” Dadima answers. A sari, she explains, can become a fan, a pouch for collecting seashells or an umbrella, just for starters. Rupa, entranced, decides to tie a knot in the corner of Dadima’s pallu—the end of her sari—to remind her to give Rupa a hug. When Rupa’s younger sister Neha appears, Dadima shows the girls more of her saris, explains a bit about each—she still has her first sari, her wedding sari and the one she was wearing when she came to America—and shows the girls how to wear them. “We look like you,” Rupa says. Dadima hugs her, and Rupa quietly unties the knot she made earlier. A strong depiction of family, this story shows how meaningful traditional clothing can be. Includes a personal note from the author detailing her own memories and associations with saris as well as photographs and instructions on how to wrap one. (Picture book. 4-7)