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  • The Promise of the Past

    Through Indira Ekadashi, the story of King Indrasen and the unique Madanant Temple of Savoi Verem, this essay reflects on memory, ancestry, continuity and what the past leaves behind. Continue reading

    The Promise of the Past
  • Manguesh: Of Miracles, Memory and the Mind

    Manguesh is more than a temple in Priol. Through legend, oral history, family memory and devotion, this essay explores how faith survives through place, ritual and inheritance. Continue reading

    Manguesh: Of Miracles, Memory and the Mind
  • Mahaganapati of Khandola: Of Creation, Customs and Continuity

    From Khandola to Belgaum, a reflection on Mahaganapati, sacred geography, inherited customs and the way tradition survives by preserving its essence while allowing its forms to change. Continue reading

    Mahaganapati of Khandola: Of Creation, Customs and Continuity
  • Vatsala: A Mother, Memory and Miracle

    Certain places hold sweet memories. They don’t awe or overwhelm, but are just as precious because they allow a return to what was always important. Marcel (also called Mashel) is one such spot, about four kilometres off the Banastarim–Ponda road.… Continue reading

    Vatsala: A Mother, Memory and Miracle
  • Palavi: Protector of the Precious

    A visit to the Mahalakshmi temple in Bandoda becomes a reflection on Palavi, protection, sacred bonds, inherited faith and what it truly means to safeguard the precious. Continue reading

    Palavi: Protector of the Precious
  • A RETURN TO THE ROOTS

    Any journey towards one’s roots is special. Like the ocean that returns again and again to wash the shores of one of India’s tiniest states, it is a return after a season of receding. In a way, Goa is home… Continue reading

    A RETURN TO THE ROOTS
  • The Goa of My Growing Years

    With age comes wisdom, they say. I don’t know whether I can safely comment on that, but I do know that age definitely brings nostalgia. Of late, I have found myself growing increasingly maudlin about the journeys of life, especially… Continue reading

    The Goa of My Growing Years
  • Medicine Taught Me to Observe; Literature Taught Me to Understand

    I have often said that medicine taught me to observe people, while literature taught me to understand them. It sounds very neat when written in one sentence. Life, of course, arranged it far less neatly. I would like to say… Continue reading

    Medicine Taught Me to Observe; Literature Taught Me to Understand