Photo by Shakir Dalvi The church looks quite magnificent yes? The church where I made my first communion, was confirmed and spent hours in devotion. My not so fav memories from the very young days are of being pinched when fidgety! A truly fav memory is of the sweet shop on the street to the… Continue reading Rosary High School – Dockyard Road, Mumbai
Month: June 2010
Mapusa Market on Friday
Santan generally brought yields from the Bodiem fields to sell or trade at this market. Mai bundled and packed up chillis, ladyfingers, brinjals, capsicums, tomatoes and many other vegetables. Santan piled them into one or two baskets and got a ride with the driver of the only car in Bodiem. She, no doubt,… Continue reading Mapusa Market on Friday
Bodiem – vacationing with Mai
We would generally arrive in the early afternoon just in time for the scrumptious spread that Mai would have made. Daddy had this habit of lighting the dense bushes behind the house on fire, the moment he arrived. The idea was to scare off snakes from their nesting places. I'm not sure that… Continue reading Bodiem – vacationing with Mai
Prawn Curry with Fish
I tried to make this recipe taste like my mother's prawn curry. I think she had perfected it to taste like the curry her family in Aldona made. Having never cooked with my mother, this task proved quite difficult except for remembering the ingriedients. Blenders come in handy huh? Gone are those stones people used… Continue reading Prawn Curry with Fish
disappearing sand – Boisar
When we were small children, our father took us on a summer vacation to a little fishing village known as Boisar. I believe it was accessible by train travel from Mumbai to Palghar and then we were taxied into the village. The original occupants of these long houses vacated them for the month of May so our family could occupy them. My father, no doubt, paid them a voluminous sum of money. He was a generous man indeed.
I remember Boisar being so idyllic and beautiful. These huge sand dunes began a few feet from the edge of our house. The sand was almost white and when we reached the other side, we walked on the most beautiful beach and tried not to kick at motionless jelly fish. The neighbors would treat us all to palm toddy tapped from their own coconut palm trees. This sweet early morning sap from the trees can ferment into an intoxicating drink by the afternoon. This is when we got offered our drinks. Yum!
Now, all of this was a long long time ago and things have changed. The picture you see above, depicts the story of sand thieves. The people who actually steal the sand are at the mercy of capitalizing industrialists. No doubt, Mumbai is now booming, housing needs have accelerated to the point that construction moghuls will cash in at any cost.
In 2007, my sister and I sat on the beach and watched the sand thieves haul away the very sand that gave us so much pleasure on those hot summer vacations.
Granny’s Field of Dreams
Aldona
It took me a long time to find Papa's house in Aldona. The wall on which I bloodied my three year old knees had crumbled but a flicker of memory lingered on. While i couldn't enter Papa's once magnificent house through the padlocked front door, I could've entered through a huge hole in the concrete… Continue reading Aldona
World, Are You Ready For Me?
Meatballs rock! And no, i don't mean the band! Talking about the turkey meatballs I made for dinner. I'll plan on roasting them in future but the lemony sauce turned out good. When I learn how to upload photos, I'll take pictures of my food and post here.
Del Lobo 
