I took my five-year-old to the Museum of Goa expecting quiet halls and “don’t touch this” signs. Instead, she found colour, warmth, and a curator who treated her curiosity with the tenderness most adults save for art. Sharada Kerkar didn’t teach from above; she listened and told stories that made Goa’s heritage feel alive. From a 20-foot Narkasur with a moving tongue to festivals filled with memory, mischief, fire, and folklore, every room became a lesson in how communities remember who they are.