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Photo Courtesy: Raman Patel In a world constantly in a race for success, wealth, and competition, many people are in search of peace and calm. Now, more than ever, we find ourselves chasing after the Japanese, "Ikigai'', the Danish, "Hygge '', and the Buddhist "Nirvana '', to fulfill a sense of contentment in our lives. We Goans, needn't look further, we have our own soul soothing mantra, - ' Susegad'. Stemming from the Portuguese word, "sossegado", meaning quiet, this concept of Goa has existed for centuries with each one having their own interpretation.  "Susegad means the attitude of not caring about the future and maintaining a lifestyle of being happy with the present, and content with the belongings that you possess", says Mohini P., originally from Kerala, but settled in Goa for many years. "However, our parents understand the term to have been suitably used when the pace of life was not as fast as it i...

Image Credits: DeviantArt she lays alone in bed,  no soul knows who she is. the blackness of night enveloping her room,  ghostly sounds through the window,  shivers roll down her spine,  breaking out into a cold sweat,  her deepest fear realised,  the fear of being forgotten. 

  Kombea Zuz Image Credits: Ancestral Goa The youth of yesteryears (without electricity or gadgets) used imagination and creativity to keep themselves entertained. Much to my delight, while scrolling online, I found a number of interesting traditional Goan games. The first game that caught my attention was 'Kombea Zuz'(Cock Fight) , which  I thought meant cocks fighting. It involved youth, with one leg folded, in a circle drawn with chalk on the ground and attempting to push each other, either out of the circle or cause the opponent to unfold his/her leg. The last one standing wins! Bounro Image Credits: Ancestral Goa There was a time I was obsessed with Beyblades- "Let It Rip”! Little did I know that these have an ancestor- The 'Bounro ', a wooden cone with a nail at the bottom tip. A length of string is wrapped around the top, and pulled by the player which causes the top to spin.The person whose top out spins others, wins. Logorio Image Credits: Goan Forgotten ...

Image Credit: TripAdvisor Beyond Goa’s famous coastline, deep in its hinterland, lie many historical sites. Today, let us explore some of these ‘hidden’ wonders. 

Image Credits: Slideshare.net   A sunset in May, Yellow, orange, purple, red-  The birds are asleep. Middle of ocean, Lonely deserted island-  All creatures exist.  Model on runway, Perfect size, perfect chique look-  Eating donuts later. We are in curfew Outside creatures roam freely-  Wonder who we are.  Loud crash fills the air, A bird chirping on a branch- A new chair for you.  Best friends since childhood, He was her own universe- She just a sister.  Huge crowds everywhere, Here in crematoriums- The dead in queue. 

  Imagine Credits: Pinterest You try to cover up your mistakes, You try to convince yourself you’re okay. You think things will eventually blow away, What happens when they don’t?  You’re losing track of time, You’re skipping things passing by, You’re trying to find reasons to explain, Yet all that comes out, leads to more blame.  Everything you say comes out wrong, Everything you text, spells out wrong,  You’re trying so hard to stitch up damages, But what happens when the gap you’re trying to sew,  Is being torn apart by the one you can’t lose? What happens when you hit rock bottom? And you’re clawing at the dirt to climb your way out, And every time you think you’re almost there,  You lose your grip and fall back into the cold, dark pit. What happens when you call out for help, And the only voices you hear, are the echoes of your own shouts, The screams deafening you, You, wishing you could end this misery. What do you do, when a million tears stream dow...

  Image Credits: ChickletsLit-Wordpress " I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed " ~Eminem ft Rihanna- The Monster Eerie silence engulfs the room. A fleeting stream of light from a vehicle passing by, Blackness greets her open eyes, A chill sweeps over uncovered thighs. Stillness embraces the mystical room, Movement, the rise and fall of her chest. Movement stills as she holds her breath, Listening, listening, waiting.  In the years she'd never seen, The story passed down through centuries, Little children sleeping in dread, Of the creature under their bed. Skin-ripping claws, Flesh-digging teeth, Red eyes piercing the dark, Waiting, watching, hunting... Second-nature, buried under layers deep, Known to her shadow and herself To err is to be human, To dream of death, also human? Nobody's home, n obody's here, A lonely night, a lonely room, Mocking shadows dance across the walls, Waiting, listening, watching.  Eerie silence screeches out a lullaby...