Sangeet Celebration at Country Hills Farmhouse, Bhongir

Love, Laughter & Lights: Krish and Ananya’s Sangeet in Bhongir

The morning was cool as our cars drove through the peaceful roads of Bhongir. Light fog covered the trees, and the hills stood in the distance like quiet guardians. We were a happy group—Krish’s cousins, Ananya’s college friends, aunts, uncles, and family friends—all headed to Swarnagiri Temple.

“It feels so peaceful here,” Rishi said softly as we climbed the last steps.
“Perfect way to start the celebrations.”

Ananya, fixing her light pink scarf, smiled and said,
“I wanted to get blessings before all the excitement begins.”

After praying at both Swarnagiri and the famous Yadadri Temple, we drove to Country Hills Farmhouse. We had heard it was beautiful, but we weren’t ready for how magical it would be.

As we drove through the gates, the place opened up like something from a dream. The green lawn with palm trees and garden lights looked like it came straight from a movie. The pool sparkled with flower petals and small lanterns floating gently in the breeze.

“Wow,” said Nikhil, his eyes wide.
“These lights are amazing! Perfect for dancing tonight.”

“And look at this view,” added Kavya, taking out her phone.
“Sunset behind the hills and tiny lights above? Perfect for photos!”

The friendly staff welcomed us with cold coconut water. One staff member, Ravi, showed us to our rooms and made sure everything—from the decorations to the music—was just right.

By 6 PM, the Country Hills lawn was glowing with hundreds of warm string lights. Soft music played in the background, and the DJ was setting up near the pool.

I helped Krish with his formal outfit. He looked at the setup through the windows, took a deep breath and said,
“It’s exactly how Ananya wanted it. Simple, happy, full of life.”

Guests gathered near the pool, their laughter mixing with the music. The seating was beautiful—white and gold cushions under tents, and small flower arrangements on tables.

When the Sangeet began, the first dance surprised everyone—Ananya’s parents, both in their fifties, dancing to an old Kishore Kumar song. Everyone cheered loudly.

Later, our group took over the dance floor, performing a surprise dance for Krish and Ananya. They couldn’t stop laughing.

Near the food stations, guests enjoyed hot tikkas, buttery naans, and fancy drinks in glass jars.

“This food is amazing!” someone said behind me.
“And the staff is so helpful—everything is perfectly organized.”

I turned to see Ravi again, this time helping a guest carry a plate to an older uncle.
“Ravi, you’re the best!” someone patted him on the back.

After all the dancing, just the cousins and close friends sat by the pool. The water reflected the soft golden lights above, and someone played gentle music in the background.

“Promise me,” Ananya said, holding Krish’s hand,
“We’ll keep celebrating like this forever.”
We all smiled.

“We should definitely come back here for your anniversary,” someone suggested.
“Same place. Same lights. Same Ravi.”
Everyone laughed.

As the night ended, guests took selfies under the string lights, children played near the fountain, and aunties exchanged phone numbers to plan their own events here.

I watched Ananya hug one of the staff members.
“Thank you,” she said, with tears in her eyes.
“You made tonight feel like a fairytale.”

As we walked back to our rooms, the hill behind the farmhouse stood quietly under the stars, as if silently applauding the love and happiness it had just witnessed.

If joy had a place—it was here.
If celebration had a heartbeat—it danced at Country Hills.
And if memories could be kept in a bottle—this night in Bhongir would be the one we’d keep forever.