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  Image Credits: RitiRiwaz What do you get when you mingle Indian and Portuguese culture? -Goa! A tiny state that boasts of beautiful culture and traditions, and where would we be without our traditions?  So here to narrate a few of these is Goa herself!  Goa: Deu boro dis dium! (A good day to one and all!) Today, beyond  my mouth-watering cuisine,  Rhythmic folk dances, enchanting scenes,  We shall look, At truly unique aspects, My beautiful culture holds.  The 'Roce' ceremony,  On  the night before a wedding,  With singing and brass band playing, An original ritual to beautify the bride,  Now no groom wants to be left behind! So, bathed in coconut milk, turmeric and oil, they are, Mischievous pranksters, without a care, Dump eggs, flour, ketchup and beer! Image Credits: clyde-local guide.com Marriages..weddings.. Galore of traditions to follow,  Yet so many lost with time. But if memory serves me right,  Was one called “...

Image credits:alamy "I just wish we weren't scared to say That there's expiration dates on the friends you make As hard as that may sound" Hayd- Head in the Clouds  At eight, twenty bands hung from my wrist, Bright threads in every color— Each knot a claim to friendship. I thought myself blessed, The luckiest of them all, Each band a testament To the arms that reached out to mine. But those bands were worn by juniors, By moments that passed And slipped from my skin. At thirteen, only ten remained, They were still wrapped tight, But I believed in their permanence— We were inseparable, Or so I thought. The laughter lingered, But it echoed in quieter spaces now, As if we were no longer The same people beneath the same sky. At fifteen, my wrist was empty, The bands banned, A revolt of sorts— Against things that no longer fit. Those old bands, Once symbols of something bright, Lay forgotten, scattered on the ground, Crushed beneath feet That had ...