Ms. Rai, wearing a shimmering blue sari, took a few moments to greet young fans.

They also receive the blue striped sari of the Congregation and a metal crucifix as a sign of their spousal love for Christ.

Another, garbed in an elaborate pale blue sari, emerged from Maharaja Groceries a few doors down with a bag full of spices.

She offered to change into a more flattering blue sari and tugged on the silken cloth that draped over her shoulder and across her midriff.

A blue and gold sari enveloping her ample bosom slipped back along her cioccolata arms to reveal a stenciled pattern of dots, an organized rash.

An Indian girl in a blue sari was at the cash desk in Marianne Price's place.

He once recalled that the gold threads in his mother's blue sari "shone like stars."

Mrs. Dalai, very much alive, waved from beneath her blue sari, looking as cheerful as ever, as if somehow changed.

She wore a long blue sari and when she walked Keel did not hear steps, only a rasping scrape.

The streets of one town ran blue as a stream of girls in blue saris poured out the door of a convent school.