21/09/2025
The Breeze and The Rain
Beneath the quiet shade of a college tree,
Outside the library, fate let hearts see.
No words needed, just a silent stare—
In that first look, something rare hung in the air.
No twists of chance, no tales to delay,
The stars aligned in their own gentle way.
In film and light, their paths entwined,
Two souls in sync, by design, not signed.
Through scripts and screens, and long midnight calls,
Laughter echoed off memory’s walls.
First trips, first homes, families met—
Ten years of moments they’ll never forget.
No kneeling down, no rehearsed refrain,
Just knowing eyes in sunshine or rain.
It wasn’t asked—it simply was,
A love that needed no applause.
With reverence deep, he stood with grace,
And asked her father, face to face.
Through every vow, tradition stood tall,
But Anand Karaj—that touched them all.
Three words? Sacred. Soulful. Still.
Where time stood quiet and hearts stood still.
Just after the vows, in silence they cried,
As ten years of waiting bloomed wide-eyed.
Home is not walls, nor city, nor land—
But being beside the one who understands.
And if their love must be said in one line,
It’s the breeze and the rain—forever entwined.
Words by him
Photographed by
Filmed by .oyg
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Outfit by
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Choreographed by
Shot on Mark IV
