Goa’s liberated Mermaids
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. (more…)
