Vows by the Lake

Mist, driftwood, and Kandyan elegance

At sunrise the lake wore a soft veil, and they walked the timber jetty hand-in-hand—his navy suit steady, her Kandyan saree and heirloom jewels glowing against the pale sky. A single driftwood tree stood like a sculpture, framing the quiet promises they shared above the water’s hush.

She adjusted her headpiece with a smile; he held the bouquet as if it were a secret. Sisters in blush saris gathered close, laughter skimming across the boards, while the groomsmen’s cheers lifted the calm morning into celebration. On the lawn, the whole party leapt together—joy made weightless.

Between gentle breezes and the scent of flowers, portraits unfolded: soft embraces, playful steps, and one still moment, forehead to forehead, where the future felt beautifully certain. A ceremony by the water, simple and grand in the same breath.