I am 100 years old, or so I feel, sitting on the banks of the River Mandovi. Not far from my ancestral home on the island of Divar. In Malar to be more exact.
I’m sitting where the old sluice gate or “manos” used to be. And I’m confused about where it has disappeared. At my age I get terribly confused. Maybe it has got to do with something about Goa and liberation that everyone is talking about. Read the rest of this entry →
A friend of mine wanted me to write about how I became a writer and what were the influences that made me want to write. Read the rest of this entry →
I’ve just received a call from my friend Ross Picardo, who spends time in our village of San Mathias on the island of Divar. He was distressed that, despite his vigilance some people had broken my barbed wire fencing and where dumping all kinds of stuff on my plot not far behind my ancestral house. Read the rest of this entry →
Three years into our marriage we had planned to take a trip to Srinagar and enjoy a second honeymoon on a houseboat. That was not to be. Air Headquarters informed me that I had been posted to the Indian Embassy in Paris as Assistant Air Attaché for a period of four years Read the rest of this entry →
