Judgmental opinions

Little things make paradise. God made Goa on the west coast of India and then made the sun set in the west. That was mythology. The rest, they say is history. The Goans made the sunset the best time for worship; the feni the cup of joy, and fish, the offering. Enjoying life to the fullest thus became a way of life. And improvisation followed. So we have eating houses abound where the sand on the beach ends. Every other shop a bar, and eating vegetarian food a sin. And where every other shack on the beach competing gamely for its place on the visitors dinner diary, the best time to filter the best is in the rains. Like every other law abiding Goan (a Delhite once remarked to me that he was amazed when every vehicle in Goa stopped at a red light even when there was no other vehicle at the junction!), Goan fishermen have resigned to the fact that fishes need breeding time and hence don’t go fishing for two months in the rains. So most of the shacks are closed in the rains and only the one...