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Goan Days

The last few days have been a whirlwind of emotions; as I rattle back to Bangalore on this bus, my heart is brimming with memories; I can't help but relive the magic of Goa. 

The true stars of this trip were those I shared it with, the 5 Wonder Woman and Anson sir. Anna Vallayil, the witty master of comebacks, kept us in stitches with her perfectly timed jokes. Treesa, the picture of calm, offered practical advice and a grounding presence whenever needed. With her infectious energy, Riya brought a touch of "kunju kutti" (childish) fun to everything we did. And then there was Samastha, well, being the ever-intriguing Samastha! And of course, Teresa - I think I teased her the most throughout the trip!

What shall I say about Anson sir?  At first glance, I envisioned him as a strict stickler for rules. But as we journeyed together, I discovered a man full of warmth and good humour. His stories and experiences added another layer of richness to our exploration of life.

From lazy walks along sun-kissed beaches to indulging in the vibrant Goan cuisine, every moment in Goa was pure bliss. We waded in the beach waters, our laughter carried away by the salty breeze. We savoured the explosion of flavours in every dish, a symphony of spices still dancing on our tongues. Goa was a feast for all senses, a place where time seemed to slow down and every worry melted away.

The warmth of the Goan people truly touched my heart. Everyone, from the friendly stranger on the bus to the bus conductor who remembered us, exuded genuine kindness. I can't forget the amazing college girls who saw us off at the bus stop, ensuring we weren't taken advantage of. Their hospitality made us feel right at home, a testament to the true spirit of Goa – a place that embraces you with open arms, not just for the parties and pubs, but for the hidden gems waiting to be discovered.

As I look out the bus window, the Goan landscape fades into the distance. But the warmth of the sun, the taste of the food, and the echo of our laughter will stay with me forever.  There are many more memories which failed to get placed in this short note but they are forever in my heart. This trip was more than just a vacation; it was a chance to connect with friends, create memories that will last a lifetime, and discover a piece of myself amidst the swaying palms and sparkling waves of Goa. 




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