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St. George Island Last year in November a family friend told us about a place, an island to be specific, that is located in Vasco, Goa. She told us that people are allowed to cross the waters and visit the island just once annually and urged that we should go there. In addition to that, we were told that the same day, the Holy mass is celebrated at the island marking the feast of the Cross that is located there. This seemed like a good opportunity and a once in a lifetime experience for us all. We decided to go there with only this little information.  The journey On the day of the feast, that is 17th November, we left home early morning as we live in Salcete and had to reach the Baina dock by 09 a.m. On our way to Vasco, we stopped by and had our breakfast in a small hotel and left for the adventurous journey.  We reached the dock on time and had to wait a while till a motor boat/fishing trawler was arranged for us. It was jaw-dropping, the way more than 30 people in a single...

Picture courtesy: https://www.dailyprincetonian.com/article/2020/04/black-lives-matter-it-must-be-said A few days back a storm of thoughts crept in my mind. How primitive we've regressed to remind ourselves that lives matter? Black lives, women's lives, gay lives or can I just say lives of those not born with a silver spoon, those born with a uterus, coloured skin or out of the mainstream, so-called normal sexual preferences..., Shocked, as I could be to hear a close one say to me that blacks are just too arrogant and violence is one of their characteristics. I was all ears to hear what came next. Heard till I could and then I spoke.  How easy and effortless it is to assume, to come to conclusions, to generalise, to discriminate, to differentiate, to throw opinions, to shut ourselves to opinions and views different from our own?  How can we say that all blacks are arrogant or violent? Can all be identical? Can we generalise this opinion to all of them? Defin...

Closed my eyes and tried to sleep, Cause the night's too late to overthink! The perfect moon, sky glittering with stars,  I wonder what's keeping me up so long? Silence, I adore the most,  But now it feels like a noise! Although calm as I could be,  why am I so restless I wish I hadn't been? Trying hard to fall asleep, Distracting my mind from thoughts that keep showing, What if..? why not..? why me..? Can the night answer any? Again I try, to get some sleep, Eyes cooperate, but my mind doesn't seem to get convinced, Trying to find answers, mind still wandering, But what if the sleepless night is just another dream?

Imagine waking up to a day you can't find our smartphone, nor the computer set that stood in the corner of the living room of the house. You try to look out for it everywhere but end up in a state of confusion and chaos. You panic, thinking you've been robbed. In a fearful manner, you run to the cupboard and check all your valuable things to find every single penny, all your precious things safely lying in their place. Where could your phone and computer disappear with all the other things safe and intact in the house? You rush outside and ask your neighbors if they've seen your missing belongings but their replies are just too shocking and hard to believe. None of them know what you are talking about. You are the only one who knows what a smartphone is, or computer is. People are beginning to call you insane and ignore you. Then, you realize you've just woken up from a dream about a so-called "smartphone" and a computer. You begin to think about ho...

It's 5:30 in the evening and I am wondering what I should be doing right now. I stand at the window of my room upstairs and have a glimpse outside but not a single soul do I see in the vicinity of the chapel that once used to be so full of life with little ones having the time of their lives, not knowing how each passing day would change to what it is right now. I recall my childhood days and how we would be overjoyed and eager for the summer vacation to start. Being so lazy during school days and making a fuss to wake up early for school, we would show our parents a completely different side of ourselves by waking up before anybody else in the house during the vacation. This was not done for any other reasons but just so that we could get some extra time to play outdoors. And yes, it was not just us but every child who I knew at that time, was like this. As for me and my sister, we would wait at our doorstep for our friends early in the morning to arrive even before we could...

Good music and entertaining movies have always served as my life savers after a tiring day or to refresh my mood or simply when I'm too bored and lazy to do anything else! Talking about movies, usually I enjoy horror, animation and adventure, I also watch romance and action. Recently having watched the newly released Bollywood movie Simmba, there is no denying the fact that the movie is quite entertaining, it also is more problematic. From having a male hero (more of a villain in the first half of the movie) who is over-masculine and fears none takes the spotlight throughout. The idea of male dominance and masculinity is clearly portrayed from the opening scene till the end of the movie. Like any other action movie, Simmba conveys the message to the viewers that it is only this masculinity that is going to save the females from whatever they are facing i.e. Female on her own is highly incapable and weak without a heroic male. Also, the female lead character doesn't play a ma...

One cold December night as I lay in my cozy bed, tucked up in my blanket, unable to fall asleep, I realized I'd been staring at the ceiling since a while. Deep in my thoughts, I decided to take a ride! The thought of being invisible has always fascinated me and it still does. Although in my room, I lay in bed, I reached my frequently visited wonderland! What would I do if I was granted the wish of being invisible for a night? My mind was bombarded with thoughts. The first thing I'd do was, go for a walk at the beach alone, sit on the white carpet of sand and feel the cool breeze touching my skin as I stare at the stars in that flawless black sky. I wouldn't bother what clothes I wore and if my hair were perfectly fine, I would go places I am not allowed to go alone, do all the things I'm not expected to do and as new thoughts kept me engrossed, it struck me, 'why do I need to be invisible to do all these things?' But my mind murmured, 'I AM A GI...