"Some weddings change colour every few hours. You just try to keep up."
It started in yellow: turmeric, marigolds, coloured smoke and a lot of dancing. Nobody stayed clean, least of all the bride.
Later came a quieter hour: a rose-pink lehenga, a sheer veil, and warm light for portraits. After the noise of the haldi, it felt like a different day.
At the ceremony I photographed them through the flames of the sacred fire, the heat softening everything in front of the lens. Small things mattered too: hands, a coconut passed between them, garlands of red and white.
And at the very end, sparklers on either side as they walked out together. Read their full story.