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Living it up in Melbourne - where life unfolds

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There is a cheerful rabbit on the calendar on my office desk, standing up on its hind legs and prancing around with joy, a toothy grin plastered over its face. The caption says ‘Dream’. Overleaf, there is a delightful gang of pixies, riding iridescent snails. The caption – ‘Life’.

I sighed and turned away my eyes from the calendar. An excel sheet lay open in my computer, splattered with various graphs and charts.

“Hey, wake up, sleepyhead,” my colleague looked over at me through the cubicle partition. “Why are you staring at the calendar like that?”

He peered at it closely.

“Want to go on a holiday, do you?”

“Yes,” I replied wearily. “A holiday every month, if you please.”

“In that case, you have the wrong calendar,” he said, smiling warmly.

He then carefully opened a brown envelope, took a calendar out of it and placed it on my desk.

“Here,” he said in a low conspiratorial voice. “This is a magic calendar. Now you can go on your holiday for every month of the new year.”

I looked at the calend…

Birding (and more) at Morjim Beach, Goa

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“So, we are in Goa,” I said to the husband, who was lazily lounging around in the four-poster antique bed at Cancio’s House. “And the beaches are over.”

“Now for the birds,” he replied sleepily. Goa’s susegad air seemed to have worked well on him.

“But where?” I nudged him.

“You are the researcher, you do the research.” He then rolled over and started snoring.

I quickly browsed through some sites and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, too.

It was 6.00 am when I woke up with a start. The husband, surprisingly, was already awake.

“Where to, then?” he asked.

Morjim beach is what I found myself saying and Morjim beach was where we found ourselves at around 7.00 am in the morning. The beach is a nesting and hatching habitat of the endangered Olive ridley sea turtles. The Tourism Department has strived to aid conservation efforts by restricting temporary seasonal structures (like shacks) to a portion of the beach and requiring them to operate only during daylight hours. 



It was a dull, grey mor…