I remember those days when as a young schoolgirl, mum would take me to Vagator beach. As we came down the slope and made our way to the rocky area leading to the beach, there used to be a small hut with a man selling delicious crisp bhajjias and hot fragrant chai. The clean smell of the sea and the fresh breeze accentuated the taste of the bhajjias. This simple fare costing a few annas, was a mind boggling experience which decades later is unforgettable.
Recently I went looking out for bhajjias right from Vagator to Anjuna. They were nowhere to be found. They are replaced by the North Indian stuff. Very sadly, I retraced my way home. Why have we allowed our Goa to be taken over lock stock and barrel by people from other states. Is there an answer??? Bernice Pereira Sent from my iPhone
