Meera looked down at the journal in her hand. “Lifestyle is not what you buy, but how you honor what you have.”

This article serves two purposes:

She pulled out a heavy, dark green Benarasi sari. The fabric was stiff, the zari work dulled by time. "It's too heavy for a party," Meera muttered to herself, thinking of her friends who preferred sequined gowns. She was about to toss it onto the "donate" pile when a small, leather-bound notebook fell out from its folds.

"I think I will," Meera replied, the chime of her grandmother's anklets faintly audible as she shifted her weight.