The tide rises swiftly as ochre hues deepen, the shore then promptly comes alive, anemones and mussels, crabs and star fish, they all break into an impromptu jive, the ebb at noon that left them ashore, some in a tiny pool but most on sands dry, they buried down quick and awaited the eve, of … Continue reading Selfless Shellfish!
None of these! The abundantly dung-endowed, narrow, winding, mud tracks; quaint, brightly coloured houses with red-clay Mangalore-tiled roofs, each having their own coconut, betel nut, banana, mango, jackfruit, kokum, breadfruit trees, a courtyard with a cow dung floor and a tulsi vrindavan holding centre stage, compound walls of neatly stacked laterite stone with dried fern … Continue reading An En’tree’ting En’tree’
Grazing in luscious rolling meadows lush, the ascending heat causes a longing rush, some seek the shade of the underbrush, the wiser though seek out their afternoon slush. Making a dash for the dense chocolate mire, they pause not cause buffalo they hardly perspire, their thick dark skin desires to cool off the fire, hence … Continue reading Ruminant Pursuits (Cud 2 of 2)
Eager they trudge from the stifling shed, at dawn the hoofed herd pure bred, mothers and calves together they tread, grunting and nudging by a doyenne they’re led. Moseying down the known tracks rusty red, the pastures of their dreams loom up ahead, now grazing at abandon till well they’re fed, and chewing the cuds … Continue reading Ruminant Pursuits (Cud 1 of 2)
A native of Brazil, the Cashew was introduced to Goa by the Portuguese in the middle of the 16th century. Though the other Portuguese imports such as potatoes, tomatoes and pineapples immediately caught the fancy of the Indian palate, the cashew took some time in coming into the limelight. Basically because the cashew was brought … Continue reading “Ca-shew” Like It!
He was at his routine yet again as he had been for the past month – or more, he couldn’t tell – to him it seemed like an eternity. Ever since he had set his eyes upon her, he knew he wanted nothing else in life – just her to befriend. So there he was, … Continue reading Yours Lovingly…
Three fishermen ye three fishermen, set off before the break of dawn, from banks of mire to the river aflow, pushing the boat with all their brawn, dipping the oars in the cool dark swell, guiding the path to the nets they’d cast, wonder what fruits this dawn will fetch, earn some bread or is … Continue reading For Bread They Fish!