We arrived on the morning of the gaye holud and stayed until the last car left. The house had one narrow staircase and eighty relatives moving through it, which meant most of the day was photographed at arm’s length in a corridor. Some of the frames we like best came from that corridor.
The wedding itself ran three hours late, as they always do. By the time the pheras began the courtyard lights had come on and the whole space had turned the colour of the marigolds. We shot the ceremony almost entirely on one lens, close in, because nothing further away was worth looking at.









