Mr. Wilhelmino Ribeiro relaxed in his new rocking chair in the verandah of his house. Calmly gazing at the swaying coconut trees,waving at the passersby returning from church & the local fisherwoman & bakers on their rounds,selling their wares, while also breathing in the fresh, salty air & doing/gazing at other stuff which one wouldn't find/do in Goan cities & only in a few scenic villages like Wilhelmino's beautiful village. His comfy rocking chair (which the just retired sexagenarian had managed to get out of his attic) in his airy verandah was the only place where he could quietly gather his thoughts, away from his wife, Fortessima's scoldings/complaints that he wasn't helping her enough around the house & his teenage daughter, Guia's constant gossiping. It was a Christmas gift from his sailor son, Matthew who'd bought it from a mystic land on one of his voyages. Will hadn't caught the name of this mystic land. It was drowned out by Fortessima's complaint that Matt had probably partied & gambled away the rest of his salary & that he was a good-for-nothing who could only afford to buy a measly rocking chair for his beloved papa!
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Danger, danger,Will Ribeiro!
Science FictionWhat happens when Wilhelmino's so-called time-travelling rocking chair transports him to Goa of the future, where nothing's as serene as it seems? Dedicated to every Goan. A/N: Some words might be in my mother tongue Konkani, so comment if you want...
