This Sunday morning I took my younger son Russell for an aimless ride around Old Goa. Our first stop turned out to be the Basilica of Bom Jesus.
Thereafter we decided to stop by at the nearby Karmali railway station and see if we could catch a train. Catch as in step on it and step off. Its something Russell likes to do for reasons best known to him. That also gave me an opportunity to have a cup of tea. Some of the best cups of tea I have had have been at road side dhabas and railway stations.
We caught the Mandovi Express making its way from Margao to Mumbai. Russell go on and off it, completely elated.
Next we decided to pay the beautiful island of Divar a visit. We took the ferry across.
As always Russell was fascinated by the large noise of the ferry’s engine.
I spent the first four years of my life in Divar. I rarely visit the island now. Today the Mandovi river was absolutely still.
Once on the island, we rode to the 400+ year old St. Mathias Church, my first parish.
I don’t think Russell, now five years old, will remember a word of what I told him about Divar. But the point wasn’t to give him a history lesson to begin with. I just wanted to spend some time with my boy, that’s all.