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Staying at @littleflowerfarms felt like falling into loving, old, gentle hands, ready to take me, asking me, coaxing me, to pace down, breathe slower, be.

I’ve decided to let it go easy on myself for not having “enough footage” of the many things there that moved me - the food (that looked deceivingly simple, and then burst into such unexpected, fresh flavours on the very first bite), the people (who ran the place and the people that worked with them, warm, calm, welcoming), the trees (oh, so many! swaying, singing, bearing witness), the silence (dotted, crossed, and complete with birdsong and the whooshing of the trees and the winds waltzing in the cold), the cold (not biting, but meandering with the sun, like greeting, departing old friends), the flowers (an endless expanse of thriving blooms that made us take pause on our walks up and down), and every intentional little detail that felt like one more tender reassuring pat on our experience of this living, breathing, thriving eco-system.

If you watch the video till the very end, you’ll catch quite a bit of Sillu, and that’s the most important part anyway.

[from our “not an anniversary” anniversary trip. hopefully next time around, we’ll remember to pack some warm clothes and some socks 🤭]

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

2025 started looking promising. With a wedding. Exactly how we’d wanted it. A kutti party. The exhilaration from having pulled it off with the weather staying merciful. Small, but important plans of catching up with people, with health, with starting a parentally, societally approved life together hehehe. And then the year threw a curveball so intense, so all-consuming, everything from there has more or less been just… survival. It’s been exhausting. I’ve not always been able to see what’s really there to look forward to. But on most days, there’s this fool.

It’s sitting in front of me at a table now. Reading “lessons in chemistry.” It’s enjoying the book like anything. It loves me. It takes care of me. It fights with me. A lot. It feeds me. It never stops making an effort. It holds the ground beneath me firm whenever I fall apart. It sings for me. It dances with me. It learns again and again what I now like, dislike. It takes me on walks. It has the patience of a saint. It’s made some mini routines around my routines. It dreams with me. It’s taught me that a love like this is possible - waiting, not rushing, not fleeing, grounding, being playful, silly, mindful, arms extended with a plate of food (from a reel I’d sent many moons ago) and a glass of hot lemon tea, always surprised for a second why I’m tearing up, always picking it up the next and scooping me in.

We have a quiet, loving home to ourselves. Every now and then, it’s filled with a sea of laughter of the people we love, experimental healthy food, stories and ideas and dreams discussed at length, and everyone (but me) waiting impatiently for your coffee.

Thank you for choosing me.
I truly hope this year is kinder to us.
Happy Jan 9th to us!
(I’m not ready to call it an “anniversary” just yet)

Love you ekkachakkchakkamaaa,
Smul.

Last week was Monkey Bar Week. 🐒

Six people completed their front swing traverse on the monkey bar.

Started with Sanjna, followed by Inigo ayya, Vinoth ayya, Renjith, Amrutha, and Sudhir.

Few people have specifically trained for this, and few others simply tried randomly with the other natural movement training.

The incline half of this monkey bar is the most challenging, and a decline part is little easier, but still have to control the swing.

Except Vinoth ayya, everyone completed the full monkey bar for the first time, and Vinoth ayya already completed this before, but this time he did it with a skin peel on his palm.

Literally all the six people gave their everything to accomplish this traverse and everyone was super duper happy. 🐒🤍

Forever indebtedl to friends, to family, to all of you, and to all the doctors and nurses and staff at Madras Medical Mission Hospital, Mogappair 🙏🏾

Forever indebtedl to friends, to family, to all of you, and to all the doctors and nurses and staff at Madras Medical Mission Hospital, Mogappair 🙏🏾

Forever indebtedl to friends, to family, to all of you, and to all the doctors and nurses and staff at Madras Medical Mission Hospital, Mogappair 🙏🏾

Forever indebtedl to friends, to family, to all of you, and to all the doctors and nurses and staff at Madras Medical Mission Hospital, Mogappair 🙏🏾

Forever indebtedl to friends, to family, to all of you, and to all the doctors and nurses and staff at Madras Medical Mission Hospital, Mogappair 🙏🏾

Forever indebtedl to friends, to family, to all of you, and to all the doctors and nurses and staff at Madras Medical Mission Hospital, Mogappair 🙏🏾

Forever indebtedl to friends, to family, to all of you, and to all the doctors and nurses and staff at Madras Medical Mission Hospital, Mogappair 🙏🏾

Forever indebtedl to friends, to family, to all of you, and to all the doctors and nurses and staff at Madras Medical Mission Hospital, Mogappair 🙏🏾

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Posted @withregram • @stillwatersfilms

Lloyd Refrigerator Film

Ft @actorvijaysethupathi
@anukreethy_vas

Production House: @stillwatersfilms
Director: @jpackgram
DOP: Sejal Shah
Executive Producer: machat5
Creative Producer: @maniintalkies
COO: @ukoushik
Production Designers: @nikitajain2503 & @mrkarthikrajkumar

Agency - McCann
Executive Chairman & Regional ED AP - Prasoon Joshi
Executive Creative Director - Utsav Khare
Senior Creative Director - Gourav Kumar Verma
Creative Director - Nikhil Mehra
Vice President & Creative Head, Films - Jeet Kalra
Agency Producer, Films - Nishit Mohan
Brand Services Director - Prasoon Saxena
Project Manager - Dhairya Mehrotra

Associate Producer: @janani.kumaran
DA: @glen_gerard
1st AD - @inigo.ids
AD Team: @hemanthjan , @go_py , @arjun.kumar.927 , Abhilash

Line Producer: Murthy
Production Manager: Venkatesh

Casting: @sharanyaspotstalent
Celeb Stylist: @sapna_kalra (For Vijay Sethupathy & Anu Keerthy)
Stylist: @binita_ramanathan
Hair & Makeup: Raju & Team

1st AC: Giri Naidu
Focus Puller: Venkat
Gaffer: Guna

Post Producer - @jayeshvadia
Offline - @tusharshivan
Grade - @navinshetty @nubestudio.in
Online - @ruvilingle, Sallys
Music - Harish & Prashanth @madleyblues
Sound Engineer - Shasvat Suresh
STB - @karunyamjeeva
BTS - Udhay & Team
BTS Edit - @anand.govindasamy

Accounts: Prabhakaran, Prakash

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Over a decade of shooting weddings, and over a decade of having clients tell me how many emotions they felt while seeing the pictures I shot for them - and I was still so hopelessly underprepared for how I’d feel when our boys sent across pictures from my own.

My dear Inigu,

Thank you for choosing to love me. I adore your beautiful face, your kind, kind heart, your big, warm hugs, your laughter that starts at your chest and ends at the tilt of your head revelling in your own humour, your ability to hold fort during storms (some of which I’ll brew single-handedly), your gentle but firm boundaries that never fail to reassure me that your love for me is not under question, but your preference still stays, your continued effort to unlearn and relearn, your willingness to sit through the discomforts, your adamant desire to learn to show up for me in so many, many ways, your continued persistence in giving me a good dose of annoyance, and your uninhibited show of words and actions that declare your love in big and small ways every single day.

I want to share a 100 pictures from the wedding party, but here are a few first to celebrate you. And me. To begin with. We got married????!!! I’ll smack you!!!!

Best pix by my best boys @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds at @simplepicturesco

Styling all-in-all: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi 🤘🏾
Siva’s makeup: @makeupbyroshniiravi (whose wedding I shot, who did my wedding party makeup, FULL CIRCLE 🥺)
Siva’s hair: @glambylucy_ak @bonbombhair 🤌🏾
Inigo’s hair: @amruthasrini 🫶🏾
Siva’s saree: Mannmandir
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs 🥰
Inigo’s suit: Raymonds

Beautiful boy has been seeing me stress out this shoot season and came along to offer emotional support, sitting in the last row and watching me shoot, even as I squish my way into difficult spots far away by the stage, to get my shot.

Took a 5 min walk in the sun between events and made some pictures of its beautiful face 🐒

Beautiful boy has been seeing me stress out this shoot season and came along to offer emotional support, sitting in the last row and watching me shoot, even as I squish my way into difficult spots far away by the stage, to get my shot.

Took a 5 min walk in the sun between events and made some pictures of its beautiful face 🐒

Beautiful boy has been seeing me stress out this shoot season and came along to offer emotional support, sitting in the last row and watching me shoot, even as I squish my way into difficult spots far away by the stage, to get my shot.

Took a 5 min walk in the sun between events and made some pictures of its beautiful face 🐒

Beautiful boy has been seeing me stress out this shoot season and came along to offer emotional support, sitting in the last row and watching me shoot, even as I squish my way into difficult spots far away by the stage, to get my shot.

Took a 5 min walk in the sun between events and made some pictures of its beautiful face 🐒

Beautiful boy has been seeing me stress out this shoot season and came along to offer emotional support, sitting in the last row and watching me shoot, even as I squish my way into difficult spots far away by the stage, to get my shot.

Took a 5 min walk in the sun between events and made some pictures of its beautiful face 🐒

Styled my favorite sillies for their registration day❤️❤️

Pictures by the BEST boys @simplepicturesco @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds

Bride: @dignifiedrepose
Groom: @inigo.ids
Styling: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi
Makeup: @amruthasrini

Inigo’s sattai: @studio.omal
Inigo’s veshti: @sundari_silks
Siva’s saree: @roukabysreejithjeevan
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs

Styled my favorite sillies for their registration day❤️❤️

Pictures by the BEST boys @simplepicturesco @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds

Bride: @dignifiedrepose
Groom: @inigo.ids
Styling: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi
Makeup: @amruthasrini

Inigo’s sattai: @studio.omal
Inigo’s veshti: @sundari_silks
Siva’s saree: @roukabysreejithjeevan
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs

Styled my favorite sillies for their registration day❤️❤️

Pictures by the BEST boys @simplepicturesco @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds

Bride: @dignifiedrepose
Groom: @inigo.ids
Styling: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi
Makeup: @amruthasrini

Inigo’s sattai: @studio.omal
Inigo’s veshti: @sundari_silks
Siva’s saree: @roukabysreejithjeevan
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs

Styled my favorite sillies for their registration day❤️❤️

Pictures by the BEST boys @simplepicturesco @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds

Bride: @dignifiedrepose
Groom: @inigo.ids
Styling: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi
Makeup: @amruthasrini

Inigo’s sattai: @studio.omal
Inigo’s veshti: @sundari_silks
Siva’s saree: @roukabysreejithjeevan
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs

Styled my favorite sillies for their registration day❤️❤️

Pictures by the BEST boys @simplepicturesco @immanuel_joshua_ @journeybyvin @craftbyclouds

Bride: @dignifiedrepose
Groom: @inigo.ids
Styling: @sanjana.susaritha.ravi
Makeup: @amruthasrini

Inigo’s sattai: @studio.omal
Inigo’s veshti: @sundari_silks
Siva’s saree: @roukabysreejithjeevan
Siva’s blouse: @hamsam.designs

Grateful to everyone for this magnificent experience, with a special thanks to Iyal Farm, Bramapraskashkam sir, Karthik anna, Saravanan Doctor, Aashish, Deepak, Vicky, Gomathi akka, Sumathi akka, Kavin anna, and many more beautiful individuals.

Grateful to life. 🤍

More beautiful retreats are coming this year.

Behind the camera and masterclass edit by @vikkyshwar 🤍

One of the beautiful three-day retreats we had in March 2024 at Pollachi.

The retreat's vision is to create a space to build a stable foundation for ourselves so that we can enjoy this magical precious life more smoothly and joyfully.