Heena & Declan Cahill
A romance made in investment banking heaven: how a Sikh girl and a British boy struck a fine balance, combining a white wedding with a lavish Indian ceremony
Ialways assumed that I would have a ‘white’ wedding, with dresses and veils and a simple church ceremony. How did I come to marry a woman who was not dressed in white?” wonders a very British Declan Cahill, who married Heena Randhawa in a typical Sikh wedding last year. “The answer is that I fell in love with someone really special so I didn’t mind the religious and ceremonial differences, or that she speaks a different language; in fact I celebrated it,” he says.
For Heena and Declan, it all began on a rare sunny day in London, at an investment bank where they worked. There was no time wasted in weighing pros and cons once they realised they were in love. Before they knew it, they were married.
“I knew he was ‘the one’ quite soon!” says Heena, talking about the first few months of their relationship. “Since we both travelled extensively and lived abroad while growing up, we haven’t really had to battle any barriers about cultural upbringing even after being married.”
Their wedding in India, against the gorgeous backdrop of the Neemrana Fort, is something straight out of fairytales, where the unconventional groom fits right in. “I thought he rocked every outfit we picked,” says Heena, “The only problem we faced while shopping was that everything looked great
THE TWAIN SHALL MEET
A glimpse of what Declan likes to call ‘Wollywood’ – a white man dancing to Bollywood songs on him.”
Dancing with his best men to what he likes to call “Wollywood”, or “a white man doing a Bollywood number”, Declan kicked off the festivities in style, making it the best exchange of vows he and his family had ever attended. “The wedding day will always be something I will remember, from having a turban tied tightly around a head that was nursing a few whiskeys from the night before, to small stolen moments like secretly holding hands during the rituals,” he says, cracking the code of the core of Indian marriages – the laughter, the hangovers and the imperfect dancing.
Asked what was the one thing he would remember of the day she walked to the mandap, Declan answers simply, “Just thinking that I was the luckiest man alive.”
Their wedding in India against the backdrop of the Neemrana Fort is something you would consider straight out of a fairytale