On my wedding day, I wove the galaxy into my hair, so the constellations danced in your universe.
On my wedding day, I wove damp oak leaves into my hair, so you inhaled centuries of Autumnal forests.
On our wedding day, I wove my grandmother’s silver into my hair, to awaken my ancestoral roots.
On our wedding day, I wove coconut oil into my hair; for you to remember Bombay nights.
On our wedding night, I smeared my lips with chocolate…
so when we kissed, the cocoa night sky melted on your tongue.