My niece woke up all excited about my sister's roce. This week has been filled with customs we were never previously privy to as Bombay Goans. Imaging/Uday Mohite

I've never been one for glamourous parties meant to collectively ring in the New Year. Time is a construct, and the year's ending on December 31 is symbolic only of the Gregorian calendar. I accept the multiple ways in which time can be measured, and this is just one narrative. Last year, I didn't even engage in a countdown. I was having a drink with my loved one, who suddenly, after it was past 12, decided to get up from the dining table and wish me. The year before, I may even have been asleep at midnight. This year, since I knew I'd be in Goa, I decided it would be fun to revisit something I'd done with my family some years ago — go for a 'dance'.