I’ve been living on this hill for past too many days. Today the steps led me down to a old part of Panjim.Its called Mala. Morning time was filled with the usual. A Goan grandmum in her skirt, readying the kid for school, an old gentleman gently sipping his beverage in his Balcao( courtyard room). A Brahmkumari was picking up some essentials from the corner shop. Bakery had the aroma of cakes, but hardly any visitors at this hour. A Tailor, a blacksmith and a handy repair person were busy at their desks, from the comforts of their huge heritage homes. Tomorrow, I go back with my camera and some money to buy a fresh baked bread.