A blur of red, gold, pink, blue, green and yellow. White sleeves, Mehndi on your hands, the sun in your palms. The smell of incense, a wood fire burning and sweet flower petals. Vows in Hebrew, chanting in Sanskrit, an English registrar forgetting about a first kiss. A Hindu celebration, an English ceremony and a Jewish blessing. A Mandap, a temple on a pond and a Chuppah. And everywhere I look I see Mansi and Angus. They are in the priests words, in their parents hugs and their friends laughter.
The two of you. I’m so grateful we met and can’t wait to see where this life is taking you. Bright eyes and a full heart.