Katia Goes
Panjim may generally be known as a city, but the people living there still witness the village charm and sounds of the baker (poder) passing by at dawn and dusk.
Concrete jungles seem to be the new face of the city. But, nestled in the not-so-hidden corners are the alleys which are made up of houses, broken tiled roofs and neighbourhood gossip.
Of course, the buildings are charming, too. Especially when they overlook the city lights that go out at snail's pace and sometimes, never at all.
And, when all fails, sitting in front of the water is momentary relief. Confide in the waters of the River Mandovi, and you will find that if you listen close enough, it whispers right back.
Celebrating the festivals that bind us together, be it Diwali, Christmas or Eid, the streets of Panjim light up like the stars in the milky way.
Winding lanes and familiar streets. To some, Panjim is home and to others, it is home away from home.
Connected by bridges and fast cars, some say that Panjim is more than just the capital city -- to them, it is the heart of Goa.