Goan Rain

My third trip but a first during the monsoons. For a water baby like me, it was just..Heaven!

Wet green blades of the coconut trees, vision
The hum of the sea, sound
The fresh whiff of the earth, smell
Drops of pure rain melting on my skin, touch
The welcoming tang of the imli sweets... taste

Ohhh... A brutal attack to all the five senses! A mere photograph will not give you the same feel.
Just imagine it.

There for just two days, camping in the quiet of the South, the Goa I remember during the film festival (IFFI) is a different world.

Women working in fours in the brimming rice fields, not a soul disturbing the wild wild sea...so different from the touristy Goa we all see.

That’s the pleasure of travel, going to the same place, three times over, but discovering a completely different world each time...

A gift, I’ll treasure in all my travels.

Roads oft Travelled

Trying to get myself to sleep last night, I got this random thought (one of the zillion, I'am sure you’ll agree) – A thought that life seems like a series of roads – roads we travel by to the destinations we have to reach.

Let me explain.
Starting from base camp – Mumbai.
Mumbai’s pot holed roads. Tell me, sometimes doesn’t life get way too bumpy, so bumpy that your eyes stray into the rare view mirror and say, “Hey, this has to be Mumbai??”

Or talk about some stomach lurching bends – everything’s going awesome, your friends are back, great job, a promise of something lovely and then – a steep hairpin bend – am back to the roads of Ladakh!

A synonym, a metaphor, but life sure seems like the roads we travel by...

Happiness..pure bliss – like the Mumbai-Pune express way! A new beginning in a relationship or friendship – like the mystery of an undefined forest trail, a dirt track – like the first question to a terrible exam paper... you see the metaphor emerge!

They indeed are, Roads oft Travelled..