If this is going to sound like True Confessions, blame it on the holiday season in Goa. Or on Jerry Pinto, with the agate eyes of a Father Confessor and the glittering allure of the serpent gliding down the former Portuguese idea of paradise and whispering “Tell me more! Tell me more!”
Urged by Jerry, the quirky author of Em and the Big Hoom, I revealed sins that I don’t even believe I had committed. “Please, even I am blushing,” mumbled Naresh Fernandez, looking down on his plate of fussilli parmesan as we sat under the tiled roof of Mario Rossi’s “Ciao Bella”, the superb restaurant in North Goa.
“Would you like to suck this?” asked Jerry, pulling at the imaginary teat of an imaginary goat that had materialised on the wooden table. He made loud sucking noises. The others at the other tables turned around and asked in the manner of a famous...
