Travel Diaries: Goa

Yeah that’s me…and yes those are my freakishly long arms. Flying amidst peace and quiet of the azure sky. On top of that was the sea(bottom literally).

This trip soothed me in ways more than one to count. I have plenty to say and yet I am falling short on words. This post is going to be more of a visual update.

To start with, we booked these awesome cottages. Made me feel like settling there forever.

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None of our chalked out plans worked.

Mud bath..thrashed.

Beach Party..doomed.

River rafting…cancelled.

Yet, we had the bestest time ever. We got drenched to the bones and ate paani puri in middle of the rain.

Dabbled half a day in the pool. Played Ludo/Snake and Ladder at nights. Posed and posed. Spent two hours daily at the breakfast table talking about silly nothings, listening to all kind of songs.

By some stroke of luck we got the chance to partake in water sport activities.

There was the beach and all thrilling events happening around.

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Some more beach..and ample to ponder about.

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Loads of heat, hell lot of tan..and a dozen opportunities for me to strut my recently inked tattoo.. 😀

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After tiring ourselves to the brim, we headed to a club, decked up and danced past midnight. From what I remember, it was immense somatic pain a day after.

Company was of my favorite kind of people; us, a few bunch of drained homo-sapiens striding through adulthood, each with his/her own set of issues. I guess, when we got together, catching up after so long, laughing, singing, prancing around, I nearly forgot this usual life. The air felt different. No liabilities. No tensions. I was as light in my head as a helium gas particle.

And now, the trip is over. Have to catch up with the routine. I am still in recovery mode. Recovery from intrinsic bliss you may call it. Because they say no…happiness is momentary. I sure had my moments!

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I don’t exist if I don’t have her..the sun doesn’t shine the world doesn’t turn alright..alright.. 🙂

How dramatic and enormously cute this gesture is. I dig this kind of love where you have gone all head over heels for the person. One direction, i like! Now, when i think of it, how utterly boring life would be if there was no music to listen to. Isn’t it? It pumps my heart, my feet and my soul. From quite a few days I have been thinking of getting a tattoo done. Something miniature, nothing to show off but for self-gratification. There are two options. One is an anklet sort of design around my feet; another is a small flying bird behind the ear. The conflict is that both are very different from each other. Anklet design I conjured up because I used to wear this chain on my left feet and it had various emotions attached. Had to keep that emotion intact. Bird is for the independence. How it has always affected my life and my decisions. WHAT to do?! I have been confused with options all my life. And then I don’t even listen to what others suggest. May be that’s why my blogsite reads whimsical… . Anyway, will know in a week’s time.

#doing what I like..