A Baker From Goa By Lucio Rodrigues

The lesson begins with how the narrator’s elders often remembered the time when Goa was under Portuguese. They talked about the importance of bakers which was still maintained in their villages even after the Portuguese have left.

They told that they were known as ‘Paders’ in Goa. The mixers, moulders and their time-tested furnaces continued to serve the people of Goa with their well­ known bread loaves.

There are chances that the unique ones did not exist, but their profession is being sustained by their sons. The knock of their bamboo stick could still be heard in some parts of the village.

The same jingling knock used to wake up the narrator and his friends during their childhood days who would go run to him with out even brushing or washing their mouth properly. It was the maid-servant of the house who used to collect the loaves while children sorted the bread bangles for themselves.

Bakery products had an important place in the culture and traditions of Goa. Boor sweet bread is a part of marriage gifts, cakes and Bolinhas or coconut cookies are eaten at the time of festivals and the lady of the house prepared sandwiches during her daughter’s engagemen t.

Earlier bakers used to wear an exclusive frock which was of knee-length and was known as ‘kabai’ but during the narrator’s childhood, they wore a shirt and trousers which had a length somewhat shorter than the usual ones.

They normally collected their bills at the end of every month. Bakery was  a money-making profession, managing to keep their families blissful and affluent.

Coorg By Lokesh Abrol

Coorg is a story written by Lokesh Abrol. He described Coorg as the smallest district of Karnataka. The author said Coorg or Kodagu is a beautiful place that is located midway between Mangalore and Mysore. The heavenly city has evergreen forests, spices and coffee plantations and many tourists throng to this destination during September to March every year.

The air of this region is filled with coffee scent. The people of this region are very independent and have some Greek or Arabic connection since the time a part of Alexander’s army had settled here permanently. They settled here and married the local people and the tradition continues to exist. The people of Coorg wear Kuppia which is a long black coat that is quite similar to the ones worn by Arabs.

Besides, the Coorgi people are very brave. One of the most significant regiments in the Indian Army is the Coorg Regiment. Notably, the first Indian Commander-in-Chief of the Indian Army was General Cariappa who hailed from this beautiful place. The hilly regions and forests of Coorg are a major source of water to the Cauvery river.

Visitors who are interested in high-adventure sports can have fun and frolic time in this place and also explore the different types of animals particularly found in this region.

Tea from Assam By Arup Kumar Datta

Tea from Assam is a story written by Arup Kumar Datta. This is the last story of the prose, Glimpses of India. The story began with two friends, Rajvir and Pranjol who were travelling to Assam. On their way, they bought fresh tea from a roadside vendor and discussed the special tea of this region.

As they sipped the hot steaming tea, Rajvir told Pranjol that over eighty crore cups of tea are being consumed every day throughout the world. Rajvir thoroughly enjoyed the scenic beauty of Assam consisting of tea plantations and bushes, while Pranjol was engrossed in a detective book.

Rajvir further explained to Pranjol about Assam as a place that is famous for having the largest tea plantations. However, no one knows the origin of tea in the region. According to a Chinese legend, a few leaves of tea accidentally fell in a pot of boiling hot water. The Emperor enjoyed the delicious flavour of the liquid and that’s how tea came into being.

Further, Rajvir mentioned how an Indian legend, Bodhidharma who was a Buddhist monk cut off his eyelids because he fell asleep during meditation. In no time, ten tea plants grew out of his eyelids and when these leaves were put in hot water, it helped in banishing sleep.

Soon, both of them arrived at Mariani Junction, picked up their luggage and made their way towards Dhekiabari Tea Estate. On their way, they saw batches of tea-pluckers who draped plastic aprons with bamboo baskets hung on their backs as they plucked the newly sprouted leaves. Pranjol’s father had come to receive both of them.

Pranjol’s father was amazed at Rajvir’s knowledge about tea plantations when he heard the young boy mention the second-flush or sprouting period of tea that yields the best tea. Rajvir further said that he was keen to learn more about the place from Pranjol’s father.

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