A house painted blue. A balcony with an unobstructed divine
view. Coconut and Chikoo (Manilkara zapota) trees
in the courtyard right in front. Chikoos
sneakily being gobbled up by monkeys who made a special appearance only on Sundays.
Daily routines that involved working for a few hours in the mornings, leisure
cooking, making gimlets, walking at the beach and sometimes into the sea,
nuzzling into the rough yet soothing sand, curling up with Margaret Atwood’s The Blind Assassin, clicking pictures of
the bold colored Portuguese styled villas, making new friends at the beach, listening
to Goan music at shacks that tenderly tussled with the sound of waves, getting
freshly baked bread from the French Bakery (Baba Au Rhum) downstairs, working
some more, cooking some more.
This is a glimpse into my life for two months in Goa (India)
last year. READ ON:
http://www.unmappedmag.com/issue-36/the-fashion-of-freedom/
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