Love written in
Golden Light
When Priya first wrote to us, she said she wanted photographs that felt like her grandmother’s old film rolls – warm, intimate, and alive with feeling. That phrase stayed with us through every frame we made over three extraordinary days at the City Palace in Udaipur.
The mehendi evening was all marigold and laughter – cousins dancing in clusters, grandmothers offering unsolicited blessings, children running between legs with no particular agenda. We moved among it all with small cameras and wide eyes, catching the kind of joy that forgets it’s being watched.
The wedding ceremony itself unfolded just as the sun descended behind the Aravalli hills. The water of Lake Pichola caught the last gold of the day, and Rahul – who had been composed all morning – quietly fell apart the moment he saw Priya walking toward him. He didn’t try to hide it. That moment, that beautiful undoing, is why we do this work.
Every photograph felt like we were being handed a piece of our day we didn’t know we’d lost. We wept looking at the gallery. We still do.
– Priya Sharma, Bride
The reception carried into the early hours – speeches that made people cry, a first dance that stretched into a second, aunties who claimed they weren’t going to dance but absolutely did. By the time we packed our bags at 2am, we were tired in the best possible way. full of other people’s happiness.