"For years, it was hard to reconcile my sexuality with my Indian identity.II

Growing up, writer and editor Mrigaa Sethi could not relate to their fabulously stylish mum. Here, Mrigaa shares the experience and complexities of embracing one's own sexuality, as well as the epiphany that brought both mother and child closer together.

- MRIGAA SETHI

My mother is one of the most beautiful and stylish women I know. Strangers often mistake her for my sister, and wherever she goes, people shower her with compliments on her good looks, glamorous outfits and impeccable accessories.

At home, every closet in every room heaves with her carefully amassed collection of designer jeans, Muji basics, Armani dresses, Fendi handbags, countless saris, lehenga-cholis and other handmade Indian outfits that make her look like a queen.

Unsurprisingly, she’s also a fashion designer. Her onewoman studio in Bangkok – June Fifth by Bonny – specialises in bespoke Indian bridal wear. The space is an over-the-top parade of rich brocades, resplendent silks, delicate mirror work, and hand-sewn embroidery.

She’s great at her job – meticulous with a flair for the dramatic. I’ve seen brides-to-be squeal with delight in my mother’s fitting room, and mothers of grooms thank her tearfully for the carefully coordinated outfits she has produced for the entire family. Her Instagram business page – 23.7K followers at last count – is a running feed of Indian inspiration and aspiration.

It seems like a cosmic joke, then, that this fashionista’s daughter – her only child – is me.

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