"Hey Tom, would you like to watch the Movie 'Purab aur Paschim'?"
"Emmmm,.......aaahh, no mom, no. , I won't aaahhhh like to go to the movie."
"And why? The El Monte theater is just a two minute running distance from here."
"Yeah mom...........But .........I don't have any pocket money left........ I spent them all in buying the books and the dress for the school."
"Ohhhhh, so that's the problem that my child is not going to see such a nice movie of the time. Well, may i ask you how much money do you have now?"
"ahhhhh, I have only three pice with me mommy?
"And how much does it cost for a show?"
"Hmmm, it's five pice mom."
"Just two pice................... Here you go.................By the way, when did the last time you went to El Monte?"
"Hmmmmm, some two years or something."
"Oh, my poor child...."
"Mom, we are all poor.....you know........Daddy's working so hard in the 'Vasco Fishing Jetty', just half an hour walk from here. While it is Goa's well known fishing jetty, but I don't know why he is paid so less in there....and we have to buy a new home also.........aaammmmm amm that's why I was not wanting to go to watch the movie"
"O my child, We can't make a home with these two pice that I gave to you."
"But, saving the two pice hundred times makes it two rupees and saving the two rupees thousand times makes it two thousand rupees, and I hope that the two thousand rupees are enough for buying a new house, rather than living with the old and stubborn Uncle George, here, in the slums."
"That's a bad talk son.... we shouldn't talk like that for such a great man, who..... who helped us in such a misery and grieving situation. He.......he gave us a house to live in."
"But mom, It's just a room of his palatial house in which we three are staying like pack animals."
"Oh come on Tom. Plea..... hey look at the clock, its two-fifteen now. Hurry up or you'll miss the show."
"But mom......."
"No, no more discussions of the stupid things. And leave the thoughts apart while watching the movie"
"Yeah mom.....Love you mom...... Bye mom."Tom said happily.
"Bye Tom............ Bye........................... Oh Jesus, forgive him My Lord.....Poor Child.......Don't know what to say and at what time." said Alisha , Alisha Margarette, taking the right hand to the fore-head, then to her breast, then to her left shoulder and then to her right shoulder, the movements that christians do to praise the lord at the end of their prayers. She, her husband John, or Jonathan Margarette, and their son, Tom or Thomas Margarette, live in the slums placed just midway between the Government Primary School, Alto Desterro and the El Monte Theater. The place is situated in Mormugaon in the western coast of Goa on the mouth of the river Zuari.
She often talks to god while alone at home or in the Church, 'Our Lady of Desterro Church', a famous church, just fifteen minutes walk from their home towards south.
"Emmmm,.......aaahh, no mom, no. , I won't aaahhhh like to go to the movie."
"And why? The El Monte theater is just a two minute running distance from here."
"Yeah mom...........But .........I don't have any pocket money left........ I spent them all in buying the books and the dress for the school."
"Ohhhhh, so that's the problem that my child is not going to see such a nice movie of the time. Well, may i ask you how much money do you have now?"
"ahhhhh, I have only three pice with me mommy?
"And how much does it cost for a show?"
"Hmmm, it's five pice mom."
"Just two pice................... Here you go.................By the way, when did the last time you went to El Monte?"
"Hmmmmm, some two years or something."
"Oh, my poor child...."
"Mom, we are all poor.....you know........Daddy's working so hard in the 'Vasco Fishing Jetty', just half an hour walk from here. While it is Goa's well known fishing jetty, but I don't know why he is paid so less in there....and we have to buy a new home also.........aaammmmm amm that's why I was not wanting to go to watch the movie"
"O my child, We can't make a home with these two pice that I gave to you."
"But, saving the two pice hundred times makes it two rupees and saving the two rupees thousand times makes it two thousand rupees, and I hope that the two thousand rupees are enough for buying a new house, rather than living with the old and stubborn Uncle George, here, in the slums."
"That's a bad talk son.... we shouldn't talk like that for such a great man, who..... who helped us in such a misery and grieving situation. He.......he gave us a house to live in."
"But mom, It's just a room of his palatial house in which we three are staying like pack animals."
"Oh come on Tom. Plea..... hey look at the clock, its two-fifteen now. Hurry up or you'll miss the show."
"But mom......."
"No, no more discussions of the stupid things. And leave the thoughts apart while watching the movie"
"Yeah mom.....Love you mom...... Bye mom."Tom said happily.
"Bye Tom............ Bye........................... Oh Jesus, forgive him My Lord.....Poor Child.......Don't know what to say and at what time." said Alisha , Alisha Margarette, taking the right hand to the fore-head, then to her breast, then to her left shoulder and then to her right shoulder, the movements that christians do to praise the lord at the end of their prayers. She, her husband John, or Jonathan Margarette, and their son, Tom or Thomas Margarette, live in the slums placed just midway between the Government Primary School, Alto Desterro and the El Monte Theater. The place is situated in Mormugaon in the western coast of Goa on the mouth of the river Zuari.
She often talks to god while alone at home or in the Church, 'Our Lady of Desterro Church', a famous church, just fifteen minutes walk from their home towards south.
