The Amusing Amchigele (Our own) Art of Naming People I write this piece with malice towards none and love for all. It’s about how some of our Konkani people got their names, and the Amchigele art oâ...
I have never met Mr Rao. Nor have I had the privilege to meet Mrs Ruia. Both names are sharply etched in my mother’s childhood memories. As she ages, her memory seems to grow sharper. Mother …...
He was a man of few words. I learnt to gauge from the force and intonation of his monosyllabic answers, whether he was happy or cross, though with him, I could get away with blue murder. He rose ea…...
I cannot truly say that I do not know him. I have his blood running through my veins. I know from a couple of black and white, dog-eared photographs that I look like him. My eyes, I’ve inheri…...
I was told that she didn’t mince her words, that what you saw was what you got. I was told that she was straightforward and honest, sometimes brutally so. I like people who wear no masks. I w…...
I didn’t notice him as we checked in at the reception, at a resort at Kudal, in Konkan. He was standing behind us, waiting patiently for us to complete our formalities. It was only when the m…...