ask me what I want, what would make me happy, and I will blabber some incoherent, existential gibberish. That my arrogant, incorrigible self refuses to make peace with life’s banal existence. Yet that is what I have been doing over the years. Slowly, gradually, unconsciously, consciously, I have been accepting everything and falling into the abyss. What never ceases is the constant longing for the unknown. A restlessness for the intangible. The desire to feel alive.
Category: Goa
“Hello Indian Tourist”
That is how Francis greeted me as I boarded a local bus from Calangute to Baga on a hot and humid afternoon in Goa. I heard the words as I was taking a seat while talking to the conductor but didn’t pay attention to see who the speaker was as I didn’t think they were…
The Goan charm….
The charms of Goa are known to most travelers, even those who have never visited this paradise as this tiny state of India is well represented in travel shows, blogs, guide books, documentaries and movies. Goa has much to offer to people belonging to different age groups, cultures, countries and social status, with desires both…
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