I got a little more that the usual goodies from my Goa trip, this time round. Was hit by the sniffles and a dose of antibiotics (the kind that make ones breath smell absolutely rancid), almost as soon as my flight touched down.
On a different note, my mother does her usual maternal plotting and planning of how to stock up my larder (for the year, maybe?!). My suitcase will be bursting with rechado masala, balcao (prawn pickle), roast beef, some wine, sausages, et al. As a customs official once asked my mother: are you opening up a pickle shop?
And all these goodies I take so willingly. But this time I experienced a new feeling. I did not feeling like taking anything. I only felt like giving. It was a nice feeling.
