This is a pen portrait of a traditional goan village baker who still has an important places in his society. OUR elders are often heard reminiscing nostalgically about those good old Portuguese days, the Portuguese and their famous places of bread. Those eaters of loaves might have vanished but  the makers are still there. We still have amongst us the mixers the moulders and those who bake the loaves. Those age old timetested furnaces still exist the fire in the furnaces has not yet been extinguish . The thud and jingle of the traditional baker bamboo heralding his arrival in the morning can still be heard in some places. Are even today known as pader in Goa. During our childhood in Goa the baker used to be our friend companion and guide. He used to come at least twice a day. Once when he set out in the morning on his selling round and then again when he returned after emptying his huge basket the jingling thud of his bamboo woke us up from sleep and we ran to meet and greet him why was it so was it for the love of the load Not at all the loaver were bought by some padkine or bastine the maid servant of the house what we longed for were those bread bangles which we chose carefully sometimes it was sweet bread of special make. The baker made his musical entry on the scene with the jhang jhang sound of his specially made bamboo staff. One hand supported basket on his head and the other banged the bamboo on the ground he would greet the lady of the house with good morning and then place his basket on the vertical bamboo we kids would be pushed aside with a mild rebuke and the loves would be delivered to the servant but we would not give morning