It’s time. 

Time to wear the sheen of a sunlit night.

(Cam pulls back from Close-up of Woman lighting Diya. To her lit bungalow. To sea of lights around it)

To wear garlands of oneness. So bright. 

(A Man tries cheating at Cards, Gran Pa gives him a tapli... all laugh)

It’s time. To wear a brush of surprise.

(Gifts being opened. A woman in awe at the electric guitar she’s been gifted)

To wear hugs that tug across miles. 

(Son & American daughter-in-law walks in with trolleys; traditional attire, delighting all)

It’s time. To wear winters warmed by the heart.

(Echo of Mass. Man lifts daughter, pins a star he’s plucked from Chms. Tree into her hair) 

(Man balancing many stem glasses & doing a dance step in a Christmas Lawn Party) 

To wear smiles that stitch divides.

(Man with lit flambe cake. Cut to He brings it to security guards. They warm their hands. Eat it to…)

To wear aromas of homemade love.

(Duss. Mid-aged Man steals sweets from nephew’s plate; female nephew pulls his ear)

To wear the zeal of your tribe. 

(Bengali women doing the Dhuna dance in pandal; doing the lip-flap tune)

It’s time. To wear the buzz, be a live wire.

(Family rejoicing, swamped by the dust of dry colour in Duss. celebration)

To wear a swathe of tight-knit ties.

(Man & friends attempt white Sankranti Rangoli; Lil’ Sis adds funny smiley. All laugh.)

To wear the unknown,

Wrap around swathes of new-found joy…

(A dad gifts his daughter a new sports bike on Sankranti…)

It’s time. Finesse, wore your festive vibe.

(Quick shot of full range of Linen Clothing) 

 

Final VO: 

Go beyond the usual. Wear the Festival. 

 

Linen Club. Wear the Festival.