
13/08/2025
Purvam & Nancy
Some moments feel as if they are not happening to you, but for you as if the universe pauses, gathers its colours, and paints you into a memory that will never fade
For Nancy and Purvam, this roka was one such moment
It was not a celebration that needed volume
It was a quiet symphony played in the language of stolen glances, unspoken warmth, and the silent blessing of every heart in the room
The air carried the soft fragrance of fresh flowers the rustle of silk moved like whispers of ancestry
golden light wrapped itself around their smiles as if to keep them for safekeeping and in the gentle joining of hands, two stories intertwined into one
Here, love was not announced
It was felt in the way her eyes softened when they met his in the way his laughter carried an unshakable promise
in the way families stood side by side, hearts already beating in unison
This was not just a roka
It was the first chapter of a lifelong poem
one that will be read not in words, but in the way they will choose each other, again and again.