Unlike the hundreds of thousands who pour into Goa to savour its Wine,beaches and sunshine I go there to brush cheeks with my kin,to take in deep breaths,of local air and to touch the green grass of my homeland.

This yearly ritual is accomplished by quite a few miraculous phenomenon in the locality.Breakfasts and teatimes of the neighbours see a major change in the menu from the usual alle-belles and koloios to chunks of bread loaded generously with kiri or kraft cheese.Gone are the days when the goans ate just the usual black tea and pav.

The susegad goan life has now transformed into something more like the city life ....no more 7 pm rosary's and dinner at 8 .....goankars are now become more westernised although there is still that dash of goankara's in most of the people despite the fact that most of em have moved away from goa to settle mostly in UAE or others states of India...Although Goa is being commercialised day by day for me it will always be the place where i spent most of my summer holidays as a child,the place i went fishing ,cycling,hiking and stealing cap pickle from my granny's safe....