That was the easy part.
Finding these rakhis, not so easy.
Sadly, I couldn’t spot any coloured-sponge cutout ones this time. The sort that almost look like a sweet-dish, in fact. Like Cham-cham. Or Malai Sandwich. I really like to choose the jazziest and largest looking one (as much as I can get away with, before the protests start turning into outright refusal) to be tied onto an indulgent, brotherly wrist.
A rakhi without bling never seems quite authentic. Not for me those discreet, subtle, minimalistic statements! It’s the combined glitter of lurex, the royal touch of a velvet cut-out petal, or coloured sponge even, and the sheen of sequins or fake pearls that lend it all the appeal.