10/11/2025
Today I was extremely happy because I got to meet and draw with fellow artist and urbansketcher Parinitha. We caught up over lunch and went to sketch together in Panjim over nonstop art chitchat! Later that afternoon I would go on to attend a travel workshop hosted by her, (which was excellent!!) I will post an outcome of that workshop in another post :)
Now, I wanted to tell you a little but about the structure I sketched - a broken home. If you have followed my stories for a while, you probably already know about the love and endearment I feel for the broken and the abandoned…the moment I saw this home I felt an instant connection to it and began to draw it. I came home and completed the foliage and penned down some thoughts, which I will add below.
‘H is for Home (that once must’ve been. someone’s)’
Today, I stumbled upon what once might have been someone’s small, bright dream — a yellow house in Panjim now swallowed by roots, rubble, and time. A tree has fallen over it, branches entangled with blue tarps and bits of debris, yet there is something strangely beautiful about it all.
The red-framed window is cracked but still standing, and is curtained from the inside…and next to it, an old cycle cart rests quietly, as if waiting for someone who never came back. The air feels heavy but peaceful, like time has stopped here for a while.
As I stand here sketching, I can’t help thinking how even in ruin, this house still has a kind of spirit - stubborn, gentle, and alive in its own way. Maybe that’s what I love most about Goa, how beauty hides in the most unexpected corners, even in what’s falling apart.
If you check slide 7, I have attached a photo of how this home looked (in 2025 itself) if I am to believe Google maps street view. I am astounded by how much (or how little) time it takes for a home to become a ruin and reach a state of decay.
