Some pictuires
This man brews 'Fenni' in Sattari This is a man I saw in a tavern This is my drawing. She is from Canacona. He sits outside the municipal garden, Margao.
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I Chandor and Sattari . What I saw was strange Chandor : Sattari : The best ' urrak " available to man for consumption. we drank on our way back. We were happy and tired.
Accumulatings
I used to wear this beautiful ear stud. It was a real diamond, held with a golden pin. I loved it because it was, I think, one of those things you completely feel is "right". Well, my right thing ( I wore it on left tho') got lost somewhere last week and since then I have been looking for it everywhere. I looked for it all over the place. And I realised how large the earth is! Somewhere on this planet is fallen this little glittering stud of mine. I still look for it here and there, hoping to get it back. I miss it. **************** It was one of Paula's pair. She had inherited it from her grandma, Nana. She is rather careless with precious materials, or should I say she is not as attached to them as I am. When she lost one of these studs, she offered the other to Anasuya , our domestic aid. I wanted it for myself, so I asked Paula for it and she gave it to me. I had my ear pierced way back in the 20 Th C. BC. Here was an opportunity to start wearing a stud again. T...
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Just the morning after I moved in with Victor Hugo and Aldina, Victor barged into where I was sleeping and announced the birth of 'Padook'. Bhakti, the cow you see in the picture, had calved. Calved? Yes, I mean she had given birth to a calf. It was her first calf. Padook is her name and she has attitude! The very next morning Bhakti died. She was administered drips and osteo-calcium thing etc. because the Vet said that due to weakness the cow had whatever that cows like Bhakti have during calving. It was a sad thing because Victor did have a bond with the cow and Aldina too. The mornng when Bhakti was dying, what was 'padook' doing? This: and and ... see? She was blissfully unaware of death and dying! She was not quite a day old, full of life and promise, and her mother was dying. Bhakti could not stand up. As the vet, one Mr.Bhandari (or is...
