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Neha and Chris had an Indian micro wedding at Sand Rock Farm, a small day for ten among the redwoods in Aptos, just outside Santa Cruz, in July 2021. They held two ceremonies in a single day: a Hindu ceremony first, with a fire and a mandap set into the trees, and Western vows in the evening around the dinner table.
They had checked in the day before, so the whole day happened in one place — the getting-ready rooms, the grove, and the dinner all on the same historic estate. The break between the two halves gave them time to change, and the redwoods did the rest.
Neha got ready inside the estate, dressed in a white sari worked with gold and scattered with tiny embroidered stars, a heavy gold necklace and matching earrings, her hands run over with fine henna and stacked to the wrist with gold and deep-red bangles. She caught herself in the mirror for a quiet moment, red lip and a soft smile, and she and her mother, both in silk saris, laughed together, the henna still fresh on Neha's hand as it rested on her mother's arm.
The men dressed in sherwanis, one in a soft pink brocade with white trousers and leather sandals, out on the shingled steps of the house with a camera in hand. The florist, Designs in Blooms by Amanda Connors, worked early while the grounds were still quiet, setting the altar flowers and dressing the mandap before the ten guests gathered.
The Hindu ceremony came first. A Gujarati priest led the rites at a small mandap tucked into the redwood grove, a draped canopy ringed with vintage armchairs and a low fire at the center, Chris's parents and Neha's mother seated close. Neha and Chris exchanged garlands, had their clothes tied together, and walked the circles around the fire, and the priest folded in the games that go with a Gujarati wedding, the hunt for the hidden coins among them.
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Ten guests filled the seats, three of them children, and the East Coast family who had made the flight sat within a few feet of the altar. The redwoods stood in for a cathedral, the light coming down green through the branches, the grove holding the whole small circle inside it.
“A small fire, a mandap set into the redwoods, and the family who flew in seated close enough to watch every circle around the flame.”
After the Hindu ceremony came photographs and a pause, time for Neha and Chris to change before the evening. Sand Rock Farm has the room for both halves of a day like this: a ten-acre estate first built in the 1880s as a ranch and winery, its redwood grove threaded with vintage lounge seating — a cream velvet settee with mustard pillows, a gilded side table set with wildflowers, a leather pouf, all of it under the trees in the dappled afternoon light.
With ten people and the whole grove to themselves, the portraits stayed unhurried, the family taking their time with the couple while the children ran the grounds between the two ceremonies. The break a two-ceremony day needs is exactly that: long enough to breathe, short enough that the evening read as a continuation of the same day.
In the evening everyone gathered for the Western half of the day. Chris's brother organized the vows, and Neha and Chris said them in front of the ten people who had traveled to be there, Chris in a maroon-and-gold sherwani, a champagne flute passing hand to hand as the family folded in for embraces against the ivy.
Dinner was a sit-down meal. The cake — a two-tier white cake trimmed with coral and cream carnations on a lace stand atop an old wine barrel — was cut among the family against the estate's ivy-covered stone wall. The night stayed loose after that, casual dancing, the East Coast relatives and the children still up, the redwoods dark around the property.