About a house called Maia that let me be…… and a cat called Maia that showed me how to be

Around a month ago, I took a train by myself to Goa in search of some me time. There was too much happening, I was too overwhelmed, and somehow the presence of a child in your life makes you act stoic even when you are not feeling so, and it was taking a toll on me. So off I went to Maia House in Saligao. The house belongs to Heta Pandit, a lady who has done exemplary work in the area of conservation, and whose other house (another heritage home, Dhun Heta in Panchgani) I had visited a few years ago. You can read more about her homes and contact details here.

What can I say about the house? Here it is:

Maia House in SaligaoFour poster dreamsIt’s a 19th century heritage home completely restored with modern amenities, a 15 minute drive from the beaches of Calangute and Candolim. The house is largely old world, with modern touches added for convenience.Β  The best part is a private sit-out among two rare trees and a freshwater well. I spent a large part of my time here with Maia.

It’s hard to say if the house was named after the cat or the other way, but going by the looks of it, Maia owns the place. She was the one who actually taught me the real meaning of me time. photo 2photo 4photo 3photo 2photo(41)I don’t know much about design or architecture, but I know when a house talks to me, gives me a hug, tells me it’s going to be okay. I know when I look at windows that are neither open nor closed and when they tell me all I have to do is reach out and I can have them either open or closed. photo 3And what can I say about a house that has a tombstone for it’s first cat, Maia’s predecessor, Catalyst.

photo 5I’m not sure if this is the kind of travelogue you wanted to read, but sometimes, places are more than things ticked off a list. I have been to Goa many times and I know there are many Goas, but this was the first time I went to Goa and never once felt like hitting the beach. Instead I sat home and wrote a letter to my future self.

photo 4Perhaps there’s something about Saligao. Maybe it’s Maia.



6 thoughts on “About a house called Maia that let me be…… and a cat called Maia that showed me how to be

  1. I love these places where time stands still. And Goa with its interplay of sun, shade and a gentle suzzegath attitude is the perfect place for realignment of the self and soul.

  2. I dream of having a house like this one day! I also just got back from a trip to Goa (with child so not a great deal of me time!) and will always have a space in my heart for the place – it always leaves me feeling relaxed with my problems put into perspective and is one of my favourite places to write.

  3. Lovely Blog,
    Makes me want to go to Goa all over again !
    The air tickets from up north are a spoiler though πŸ™‚
    People traveling by train from Mumbai should however consider doing Malvan (Sindhudurg area) if they really want to find themselves as well…
    Beautiful pristine beaches, laid back life, lots of time to think ….
    Try googling Maachli home stay (I have stayed there and loved the place) and I would love to have a personal blog about that as well…

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