The tumultous wait, the arbid conversations, the haphazard planning, the impromptu decisions and all of these put together led me to Goa. It's one of those places I can never get enough of...the more I go there, the more the place enchants me, trapping me in this seminal state where I just want to be in 'my' paradise.
The Konkan rail ride was less than exotic. Travelling in sleeper class, bumping into strange faces, not wasting more than a minute for nature's calls...trying to avoid the cockroach infested bunks and beating the cold in the night weren't a good start. Strangely enough, for me, it was. Coz the guileless want to reach the destination was undesigned. It was beautiful and fun and amusing.
As I sat in the 10-seater matador (which by the way we managed to get at a steal price), headed towards Calangute, my eyes spanned the Goa landscape...the fields, the coconut plantations, the tiny by-lanes and the delectable cottages...what more can you picture in a paradise. Till you hit the sea and beach!
What's amazing about this location is that its eclectic, versatile, mindboggling. On the one hand, you experience peace and quiet, sit back on a leaning chair in the Candolim beach, sip some fresh coconut water, watch the sun set and life comes to a perfect stand still. On the other end of the spectrum, in Anjuna, people rave till dawn, past midday and sunset. And what bewilders me is this one place can make anyone under the bright red sun happy and blissful.
Goa, for me, was a mixed bag of memories. Some that I will cherish forever. The never-ending walk with my friends trying to locate an elusive shack, the unforgettable kinetic ride with my partner, treasured moments as we walked down the beach on a starry night in search of solitude and yes, of course some 'crazy' parties!
I have realised I will probably never feel so free spirited anywhere else in the world but Goa, in spite of all the obvious obligations. I can't explain why. Probably its the atmosphere and the environs that blow me away. The timelessness of waves, the setting sun, the first ray of light hitting upon the sand and the rocks, the maze of open fields...Paradise! I probably love Goa more, not because of what it is, but the capacity it has to make me what I am when I'm there...a free bird.
The Konkan rail ride was less than exotic. Travelling in sleeper class, bumping into strange faces, not wasting more than a minute for nature's calls...trying to avoid the cockroach infested bunks and beating the cold in the night weren't a good start. Strangely enough, for me, it was. Coz the guileless want to reach the destination was undesigned. It was beautiful and fun and amusing.
As I sat in the 10-seater matador (which by the way we managed to get at a steal price), headed towards Calangute, my eyes spanned the Goa landscape...the fields, the coconut plantations, the tiny by-lanes and the delectable cottages...what more can you picture in a paradise. Till you hit the sea and beach!
What's amazing about this location is that its eclectic, versatile, mindboggling. On the one hand, you experience peace and quiet, sit back on a leaning chair in the Candolim beach, sip some fresh coconut water, watch the sun set and life comes to a perfect stand still. On the other end of the spectrum, in Anjuna, people rave till dawn, past midday and sunset. And what bewilders me is this one place can make anyone under the bright red sun happy and blissful.
Goa, for me, was a mixed bag of memories. Some that I will cherish forever. The never-ending walk with my friends trying to locate an elusive shack, the unforgettable kinetic ride with my partner, treasured moments as we walked down the beach on a starry night in search of solitude and yes, of course some 'crazy' parties!
I have realised I will probably never feel so free spirited anywhere else in the world but Goa, in spite of all the obvious obligations. I can't explain why. Probably its the atmosphere and the environs that blow me away. The timelessness of waves, the setting sun, the first ray of light hitting upon the sand and the rocks, the maze of open fields...Paradise! I probably love Goa more, not because of what it is, but the capacity it has to make me what I am when I'm there...a free bird.
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:) you're always a free bird, just maybe the surroundings aren't as war and pretty.. keep smiling, cherie..
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