Day four. Married. Still floating possibly literally.

The bay below us is a color I do not own a word for. Not turquoise. Not emerald. Something in between and warmer.

Vikram has stopped photographing. He is just looking. This is rare. I am not pointing it out.

The pilot says something about Koh Panyee. I hear floating village and three hundred years. I will remember the shape of his hand on the cyclic before I remember the village.

We came to Phuket for a beach. We are leaving with a sky. Worth the detour. Worth the marriage.

Aanya & Vikram R., Mumbai