Where ritual becomes theatre
On a December evening in Udaipur, a groom waited beneath a mandap of tuberose and raw silk while lanterns drifted out across Lake Pichola. Three hundred guests held their breath — and our team of eleven held everything else. That is the work: we build the hour your family will describe for the next fifty years, then vanish politely into the background.
Mehendi to vidaai, mandap architecture to midnight fireworks — every ritual choreographed, every rose petal accounted for.
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