Our wedding weekend is planted in poetry. When I turned 24, Abhinav wrote me “The Sapling” - a poem about love, growth, and learning to bend with the wind but never break. That poem became the seed of our story. Each of the wedding events we’ve planned stems from that first metaphor - tiny moments growing into something beautiful and wild. We’re so grateful you’re here to watch it all bloom.

Welcome to our forest of love.

Welcome Night

There once was a young sapling
Planted in rich soil, firm in its root.
Turned its bright young leaves to the sun
It stood small, proud, resolute.

But this was no ordinary sapling
Life decided its journey wouldn’t be a breeze -
It was going to test the seed, push it to its limit
See if it can make it and join the rest of the trees.

So just as the small sapling started to grow,
The next big step after the initial sprout,
Life decided to deal its first test
And ripped one of its roots out

But the sapling decided to still stand.

It grew shakily, but never wavered
Staying true to the roots it still had.
It grew into a beautiful, young tree,
With its roots thickening ironclad.

But then life decided to give its second test,
And sent over a deadly, poisonous spore.
It sapped the life from the young tree
Nearly shriveling it to the floor.

But the sapling decided to still stand.

The sapling found new soil and nutrients
Fighting its way from its own doom,
And despite life’s first two tests,
It found its way to its very first bloom.

The sapling blossomed with beautiful purple flowers,
A coveted tree in a land so vast,
But the young tree had one more obstacle to face
Because life saved its hardest test for last.

For the sapling now had to face the challenge of tree-hood
And had to learn to grow on its own
In an isolated grove by itself,
How could the young sapling not feel alone?

The sapling faced adversity like never before -
Battered by the wind, burned by the sun,
Drowned by the rain and drained of its energy,
It seemed like life had finally won.

Until one day the young sapling was visited by a bee
Who landed on its very last flower.
It took some pollen and then buzzed away
Seemingly robbing the tree of its power.

But then the tree stopped to think
After everything, how could it still give?
And then it dawned on the young sapling -
Its strength was found in its will to live.

So the sapling decided to still stand.

The young sapling grew into a majestic tree
With flowers and fruits bundled aplenty.
The strength and power it found at its lowest point
Had always been there, hindsight 20/20.

For whatever life threw at it, the sapling wouldn’t give up
Shards of glass would crumble to sand
Its beauty and strength became tales of legend

And for the rest of time, the sapling would stand.