Meri Bindi
There was always a mirror. A dressing table tucked into a corner of the house. A wooden drawer filled with little treasures. A comb, a bottle of perfume, a pair of earrings—and somewhere nearby, a tiny red bindi resting on the mirror's edge. For many of us, that small red dot is more than a beauty accessory. It is a memory. A ritual. A symbol of identity passed from one generation to the next. Meri Bindi was born from those memories.