Until Deportation Do Us Apart


Until Deportation Do Us Apart

Illustration: Namaah/ Arré


t first glance, this seems like just another Goan Catholic wedding reception. Dire Straits’ “Walk of Life” is being belted out as couples proudly show off their legendary ability to jive. In one corner, older matronly ladies disseminate gossip of the groom’s many flings prior to settling down for good. In another corner, more old women indulge in some unwanted matchmaking oblivious to the magic of Tinder.

There are your garden variety Goan men, aged 18 and above, in ill-fitting suits with obnoxious ties crowding the bar: some chasing a buzz, some catching it, and others simply too buzzed to care. In the midst of it all, the couple who’ve just vowed before God and fellow men that they will love, honour, and cherish each other as long as they both shall live, oversee the entire shebang. The groom – James, 25 – looks as dapper as can be in a tuxedo, and the bride, Iulia, 45, is in a virginal, spotless white gown.