It was my third trip to Goa in the last two years and I don’t live in Mumbai. It’s true that Goa is like that big bucket of popcorn that you eat till the last piece but still crave for more. Because even the Diminishing Marginal Utility theory fails when you breathe a whiff of the fishy sea waves. It’s addictive and borderline magnetic !
Goa is freedom, it’s noise, it’s peace, it is synonymous to the sound of water and can drown you in its deafening music, it makes you want to fly and makes you want to swim, it makes you want to eat, drink, sing, dance and love exactly the way you want to. Anyhow, Goa is moodier than a girl on her period and more unpredictable than our honorary Prime Minister. From blithe sunrise with people bathing in it to the sight of fishermen laying a trap for the poor little and big ones, anything and everything happens out in the open. An India away from India – Goa is blissful, crazy, sometimes hazy and absolutely unapologetic.
But while we as travellers see it all as an experience, for some it is still a regular day, making ours special.
So every time one visits the same place, it’s not just about seeing different things, it’s about seeing things differently.
Some pictures are too beautiful for words.