Topor
The groom arrives wearing a topor, a shola-pith crown so light it's held on by willpower and string. It means things are officially underway.
For one December weekend, everything we love about Kolkata, the music, the food, the chaos, the aunties, gathers in a single place. We'd love you there.
Tanuja & Prasid
From the Sangeet to the Varmala, one continuous journey through a December weekend in Kolkata.
Music, dance, dinner. And absolutely no sitting this one out.
The night before the wedding, two families finally meet the dance floor. Come in something you can move in, and bring a song request.
A little yellow. A lot of chaos. Come for the ceremony, stay for the colour.
Turmeric, marigolds, and a cheerful refusal to stay clean. This is the one where everyone ends up a little yellow, wear something you won't miss.
A golden sky. Our favourite people. A little pause before forever.
Two garlands. One beautiful beginning.
Surrounded by love, held by tradition. Join us for our Bengali wedding ceremony.
Kolkata, with a little more sky. Everything happens in one place, so you can stay for the whole weekend.
A green pocket on the edge of Kolkata, about 30 minutes from the city centre. We'll share a pinned map and driving directions closer to the date.
Rooms are available on site for out-of-town guests. Mention it in your RSVP and we'll set one aside for you.
Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose Airport (CCU) is roughly 40 minutes away. We can arrange a pickup, just note your flight in the RSVP.
A family contact for the weekend will be listed here before the wedding. Until then, reach us directly through your invitation.
New to all this? Here's what's happening, roughly in the order it happens, and why everyone suddenly starts singing.
The groom arrives wearing a topor, a shola-pith crown so light it's held on by willpower and string. It means things are officially underway.
The first look. The couple's eyes meet for the first time, over a veil of betel leaves, while everyone else holds their breath.
The bride circles the groom seven times, her face covered by a paan leaf, as the aunties sing. Seven rounds for seven lifetimes.
The exchange of flower garlands. Officially a ritual. Unofficially, a friendly contest to see who gets theirs over the other's head first.
The groom parts the bride's hair and applies sindoor, vermilion. It's the single most photographed second of the entire evening.
That sound you suddenly hear from all the Bengali aunties? Don't panic. Things are going exactly according to plan.