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Trend forecast 2016: Indian ethnic wear

Marsala: Colour of the year 2015

Polka dots for a pretty you

Spidery flutter

Add diversity to your wardrobe with handicraft sarees

Vibes of velvet

The X-(mas) factor!

The dip dye hair is here to stay

Love prints? Go Aztec!

The Do's and Don'ts of Sporting Animal Prints

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