I read mine aloud, and it proclaimed in bold letters ‘Tiatr’. Below that were listed a few other details, and names like ‘Patrick, Gerald, Nazareth, Philomena and Sylvia’ were on the print. I knew people with such names lived in other vaddos, and it was only our ‘Durgawadi’ that was full of names like Hanumant, Vaikunth, Narayan, Kashinath and Mahabaleshwar. But that wasn’t the issue; it wasn’t a factor for appraisal.
Joel looked away, embarrassed and yet excited. He had heard stories of how so many boys like him just got 'lucky' with women like these. Would he get lucky too? He turned his head slightly to get a better view of the woman, but she had lost interest in him. She was busy hanging onto the arm of the man next to her, and that was when Joel noticed the line of sindoor in the parting of her head
Manuelinho Fernandes had a head for figures right from birth, in Mapuçá. With great patience, he would tot up and check through piles of sums as tall as the Sé in Velha Goa without ever once yawning with boredom. And so it was that – though ignorant of logarithms and equations – he developed such a way with algorisms
Not that we didn’t have the opportunity - we’d go together for sammelans and gatherings, fieldtrips and seminars, and for days and nights at a stretch, we’d move about together and travel together. Her beautiful body in its full flush of youth would brush against my own young body. a hundred times a day, but that never was a turn-on for me. The thought of marrying her never crossed my mind.
When the spitters had settled down as the train began to move, I felt conflicting currents within me. I was conscious of my power as a young exotic-looking woman. I was equally conscious of the apprehension and anxiety I felt as an ethnic, an outsider with an accent.
Yes, I’ve met a lady with a carbon footprint reducing business, an IT consultant who moonlights as a tarot card reader, an artist, a professional storyteller...these are not the kind of people I would meet in my usual social circle.