1960's Goa flowerville bloom: I encounter septagens who mourn the loss. We only clashed on the 'marble ground' when spikes met swirling tops during the dry months. That stretch of memories is now parking for a new tenant, the Citizens Bank. I mingled with the kids recently on the 'hockey ground' where you could sing 'sedom is heard' about the clash of sticks: it must be never. Not a word of English was heard, either.
