Mobor on my mind.... Goa.

House of the smiling Mom

Mother is calling you. said the stern faced children near this house.
I was taking some pictures and getting ready to sketch it.
Might as well give up the idea, i told myself, as i walked up to the lady of the house, who sat on a plastic chair, under the mango tree.
" what are you doing here?" she asked in an imperious voice.
" i am taking pictures" i explained politely.
"why?" came the query.
" i take pictures and i sketch" i explained lamely.
"show me" she shot back.
I showed her my sketch pad.
" artistaa?" She smiled ." take a chair and do it comfortably"
and, then the family proceeded to demonstrate the art of treating a visitor like a king.
I was enamoured.
Mobor is still on my mind.

the fishermen's village

The river Sal, with its motorboats