Caught Temba’s presser on the radio while sketching at the jetty. You know, the knockout heartbreak is like my freelance income—everyone talks about the system, the structure, but sometimes the wind just turns against you, no? Still, the fast bowlers keep coming, sossegad, like the rain on laterite. Have faith in that.

In Goa, we've lived with this for centuries – our grandmothers never asked which temple you belonged to before sharing a bhaji. I think the 1905 law tries to protect that spirit, but when it starts policing a girl's headscarf in school, it feels like it's forgotten that real secularism comes from trust, not rules. Over here, I see the line holding because people know their own boundaries, not because a committee drew them.

Mhê ghe, last week’s invoice is still staring at me while I try to sketch the boats. This forfettario thing really does feel sossegad, until I remember it’s on me to put aside the INPS bit before I even think of buying prawns for the curry. My accountant keeps telling me to enjoy the simplicity, but I still judge it by whether my mother gets her money on time, no?