It was a Sunday afternoon time. I was sitting in the garden and having an butterscotch ice-cream. It was a hot day. On my way I found a black book it looked like a dairy had a hard cover and about 200 pages Year 2001. As i opened the dairy i saw a beautiful picture of two women in it was slightly torn apart but the handwriting was beautiful and clear. I started to read it looked very interesting for me and could not wait to read what was written inside the dairy. I came home and grabbed a cup of coffee and started reading the black book.
Once upon a time there lived a poor family and they gave birth to their 4th child on a summer day it was a month of April 1987 and it was a hot day. The child was myself. I was the youngest child in the family. I was born in a Roman Catholic family in Goa, India. When i turned 5 years my father died and i was packed off to a boarding school away from my mother and siblings. She decided to go to abroad because that was the only option to get bit more money so we could survive and we could manage the food and the school fees and all. My life in the boarding school was not really what a kid would ever wanted or even imagined. I was not a happy child I missed my parents and older siblings a lot and wanted to be around them all the days of my life. My sister is like a treasure always took care of my life my mother would. I wanted to be out playing with my age group of neighbourhood friends. I missed playing cricket and football with my older brother and the cute lovely village boys at age 12 and 13. I missed it all. Life is unpredictable. This all happened only because i lost my father he was only 37 years old and my mother was 28. I remember my mother had to deal with really hard life to raise 4 kids all by herself there was no other family support. As an Indian it was very hard to even imagine the life. Since, there is no financial or any other kind of support provided by the government in such circumstances.
Rachol, also known as Raitura is a village in Salcete, Goa, in south-western India. It is located on the left bank of the Zuari River and is home to the famous Rachol Seminary. The famous Portuguese colonial fort of Rachol has been completely erased, leaving behind the traces of the moat and the main gate. The village has many heritage structures and is an important site to study the history of Salcete. The Church of Our Lady of Snows (Igreja da Nossa Senhora de Neves) at Rachol is said to be the first church of Salcete and is called the Matriz of South Goa. Ilha de Rachol (Island of Rachol) is a part of the village.
My love you ran to me first, I was standing there and loving myself, I was happy but you came in my life unexpectedly, You said you love me and would die for me,
It was Sunday, year 2001, it was a rainy day and the sky was grey and windy, there was a girl named Eva was 25 years old. She had very interesting personality and very good observer. She loved her mother and siblings with all her heart. Eva, was very obedient girl since her childhood. She was always dreaming and lost in her own fantasy world. She loved to go to fishing with her older brother and cooking was her another hobby. She was very talented and creative.