Did I tell you Goa was fun.
I just realized what a big deal I made out of Goa clothes. The thing is I hardly remember the clothes, I mean I do remember looking the worst of the lot but then Goa takes over.
You remember when we were kids we used to have this camera's where you would hold it against your eyes and click a button and photos would change. It was like a reel inside and with natural light against the back, it was like a tiny projector inside that small little colored box.
Goa is like that for me.
First image is of the tiny hits barely a metre away form the rail tracks where our train stopped before entering the station. the yellow and blue low huts with large overhanging coconut trees. It had a litter of kittens roaming around in the yard, my friends jumped out of the train and stood at the gate staring at them
Second image is of two drunk girls and guy walking down the main road of Goa at two o clock in the night searching for their hotel after being dropped home by a bunch of young adults they met walking down the hill.
Third is a couple on a white Activa, driving down the curve towards the left onto the Anjuna Road with wind in their hair, fear of being discovered by their friends, not knowing the way and just riding along.
If my eyes were a camera, it would be a video recording. I skip over the bad parts, the part where we get lost, I get into fights, where people talk, where they leave us behind and I bitch. Its just a recording of a a beautiful ride on a white Acitva behind a boy whose waist I was afraid to grip and chose to hold onto the handle bars at the back, a ride through wide roads, colorful houses lining the road, rolling sea on the other side, wind messing up our hair, not having a care in the world. There were times in Goa where the thing that bothered me the most was not time, not some pending work, not some responsibility, not something I had to say to someone, not something I had to work myself on rather it was just "Where is that damn beach"
I would take that on my to-do list anyday.
This is going to be a long post.
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