In the month of January this month I had a very odd routine.I would write through the night and at 4.30 AM ,with a friend for company would ride to a hamlet which is near to my home.I live in a place called Vasai which has a history. Vasai was previously called Bassein or Bacaim .It was under the Portuguese rule for a while.
So I would ride through the village very slowly and enjoy the winter and the christmas lights outside the homes.The lights blinking in the cold and silent atmosphere is a sight worth watching.sometimes I would go to the church and wait to see the church bell ring.Sometimes would play with the dog who would roam in the church compound. I saw these wall paintings while riding once and loved it. I thought I should share it.