Goa’s Roadside Crosses, Marigolds, And Fish Baskets

It was a grey August morning when
I stepped out and made for the bus-stand for a bus to Margao. Clouds had opened
up from before dawn and the light had taken on a desultory tone.



I had woken up to rain
drops hammering corrugated sheets instead of the customary bird songs in the trees. If it wasn’t
for an appointment to keep at the Three
Kings Church
in Cuelim I’d have returned indoors and