If you ever wanted to understand why Soniya and Dave’s celebrations are a photographer’s dream (and cardio session), check out this blog post for their Indian Wedding at Springfield House. She’s a princess straight out of a fairytale, complete with elegance, grace, and a laugh that could start a flash mob. He’s the definition of suave – gold-rimmed shoes, perfectly trimmed beard, and sunnies that say “I’ve arrived.” Together, they make posing look like a competitive sport.
Their Indian Wedding at Springfield House was one for the books. The weather was offensively perfect, the baraat was gloriously chaotic, and the vibe was somewhere between a royal procession and a music video. Guests danced like rent was due, and the groomsmen treated the driveway like a runway. I nearly joined in, purely for cardio credit.
Moreover, Springfield House itself looked breathtaking. The light streamed through the trees like it had been hired for the occasion. Every corner offered another cinematic frame. You could point your camera anywhere and still get something spectacular. It’s the kind of venue that makes you believe every wedding should come with a backup pair of shoes and a personal hydration plan.
The reception, as predicted, was gloriously unhinged. DJ Btrix did what he does best—dropped Bollywood bangers until the floor trembled. Aunties danced. Uncles overcommitted. Someone’s dupatta became a dance prop. The groom’s friends may or may not have tried a synchronized spin that went poorly but heroically.
By 10pm, I left with a full heart, two full memory cards, and deep respect for everyone’s stamina. Soniya and Dave didn’t just throw a wedding – they hosted a cinematic spectacle powered by joy, music, and caffeine.
If Springfield House ever needed a new tourism slogan, I’d suggest: Come for the vows, stay for the dance floor.