A candid on a misty morning in Cortalim.
Author Archives: Rajan P. Parrikar
The picturesque village of Kópasker (Kópa = seal pup, sker = skerry) on Öxarfjörður in northeast Iceland was nearly wiped out in a severe earthquake in 1976. Sparse in population (135, at last count) and remote, an air of melancholy pervades. The area is very rich in birdlife.
The great Goan poet and aesthete Bakibab Borkar (1919-1984) was fond of saying that the beauty and character of Goa had a becalming effect not only on us mortals but on the Gods as well. Beyond his penchant for poetic flourish, Bakibab knew that it was in Goa that the bellicose Durga underwent a personality…
A mother ministers to her little boy before dispatching him to school on a cold morning earlier this month in the village of Parsem in north Goa.
Two special men greet the rising sun this morning from the Aguada cliff: my father Motilal Parrikar, and my exceptional driver & photographic assistant Babu Naik (without whom I couldn’t do what I do). Behind them is the expanse of the Arabian Sea.