"Some days the best thing a photographer can do is stand back."
A stone house among coconut palms, a lawn with a round white mandap ringed with flowers, and the sea just beyond the balustrade. The place did half the storytelling before anyone arrived.
Under the trees the rituals moved slowly. Family leaned in to adjust a veil, a necklace, a strand of hair. My job was to stay back, keep quiet, and not break any of it.
Earlier there had been noise: a dhol, and everyone dancing down the drive behind a vintage car. The quiet of the ceremony felt even softer after that.
We finished at the balustrade above the water, in pale afternoon light, with nothing left to arrange. Read their full story.