Where the world stops rotating…

As I got off the flight, the warm sea breeze hits my face and I can literally taste the freshness in the air. No, it was not a dream, I had just landed in Goa. Since my friends had reached Goa a day earlier, I was all on my own…and the wait by the luggage belt was by far, one of the most painful moments of my life.

How can you even allow yourself to stand inside a concrete structure with hundreds of strangers while your best friends (for life) and a beautiful sandy beach was on offer outside. Yes it was quite painful.
But nevertheless, the wait was over and me and my rucksack literally ran out to meet my friends who had been waiting to pick me up.

The first thing on the agenda was a chilled beer with a seafood platter (the other things on the agenda are better not mentioned) So we headed straight to the nearest shack and ordered our hearts out.
But when in Goa be as the Goans, don’t know if that phrase would ever make it to the 'dictionary of phrases' but the fact is, never be too hungry, coz the food out here is never 'fast'.

For that matter, nothing in Goa is fast. Everyone seems to be on a vacation, maybe they actually are. Goa, they say is a state of mind, but it's always easy to reach that state, when you are actually in Goa! Well before randomness hits the ceiling, I am going to carry on with my story.

The best thing about our stay in Goa was that we completely avoided crowds. We stayed in the south of the Arambol Beach way secluded from the main area. No matter what time of the day or night we went to the beach, there were not more than 10 people in sight and trust me there is no better feeling than having an entire beach to yourself, no seriously.

I usually like to have things pre-planed. My friends would tell you how much I love organising and planning things. Although they exaggerate things way too much, I wouldn’t say they are completely wrong.

But this 'trip' was something else. Wake up early, go to the beach, float in salty water, drink tonnes of watermelon juice, sleep the hot afternoon away, spend the night in some random shack with electronic music in the air and the tide rising…

But through all this, there is only one disturbing thought - “This will soon end and you go back to where you came from.”

I wonder if Goa would be as enticing if I were to live there. Or would it then be, just another place with shitty roads, empty pockets, mundane jobs and dreams of taking a very very long vacation?
Whatever it maybe if you are looking for a place to chill, it’s definitely Goa!