Last month a group of friends were planning to Go Goa because they were getting cheapest air tickets and they invited me to join. Two minutes into the conversation, their itinerary (or lack of it) helped me from wasting my five valuable days staying immersed in pools of Goa Hotels and getting drunk on Baga beach. Don’t get me wrong. Its fine if that’s your idea of a vacation. What made me cringe even more
For me, it was a real treat just lying on the deck, reading a book, soaking up some sun during the day and star-gazing at nights. From what I saw online, I had finalized the place mainly because of these reasons: An entire place to us. A wooden deck with the river flowing behind it. Now how does one refuse that? It looked great + serene in the pictures, which can be misleading at times, but sometimes worth the risk. My friends were too lazy to look for something else, so they gave in and agreed on it.
I don’t like novels that are ‘one time reads’, movies that are ‘one time watch’ and places that are ‘one time visits’. I love when one time is just not enough. I want books that can be read until the pages are tattered, scenes that can be watched until you can recite all dialog, and cities that can be visited until you can call it your home. So, when I was sitting at my balcony in Malvan, feeling lonely and a bit homesick, I realized I am just 150 kilometers away from what’s known to be the ‘Beach capital’ of