Welcome!

Hi all, Sarah here. So we did it, we made a website. We did it in hopes that our wedding/reception/party guests will have the information they need to make it safely and happily to our various events.

But before all that... how 'bout I tell a story of how Ravi and I came to be...

Shortly after I met Ravi, he asked me to go on a special mission during my then upcoming trip to India. He asked me to visit a temple around Agra, Fatehpur Skiri, and remove a red string from the small, white interfaith temple – the burial site of a reclusive Sufi named Salim Chishti.

Ravi place the red string years back when he was applying to medical school. Amidst hundreds of thousands of red strings placed by those seeking a wish to be fulfilled, Ravi placed his in hopes he would get into medical school. A few days later he received a call and was notified he was in fact accepted into medical school. It is said that whoever ties a red string representing a secret wish on the temple’s lattice-work, will certainly have their wish fulfilled.

After wishes are fulfilled, someone else needs to remove the string. And in turn, be able to make a wish of their own. This was what Ravi requested of me.

After a glorious morning spent at the Taj I haggled a cab driver and was off to the mysterious place of wishes, Fatehpur Sikri. An hour and several percieved near death experiences later (cabs are always a dicey experience in India–I had to basically close my eyes and pray to arrive safely), I had arrived solo.

When a Caucasian woman travels alone in India it oftens gains the interest of many. Unruly children chased me around, giggling and throwing huge grasshoppers. Strangers followed me and offered unsolicited advice.

Despite these things, I made it to the tomb, carefully untied a red string, and secured it in my pocket. I had put in so much effort to simply complete my mission, I hadn’t even thought about my own wish. As I was holding my red string to tie, out of no where really, the following wish dropped into my head…

I want to marry Ravi.

I remember being sort of taken aback by this notion and sort of shrugged it off at the time. I dutifully tied my red string and attached my own wish to the lattice-work, just as others had done thousands of times before me.

Though it took more than a few days, a few years later, Ravi fulfilled my wish by asking me to marry him. I said yes.

As you are supposed to keep your red string wishes secret so they come true, I never told a soul, and of course not Ravi. Ravi tells me he knew what my wish was all along. One might say it’s silly to think the red string decided our future, but for us, it is a reminder that perhaps some things are truly beyond reason and that maybe, just maybe, fate does ultimately decide.