Of Monsoon, Beaches, Birthday & Goa-In Pictures
The dreaded monsoon they say
The one that destroys crops and restricts your play
I hear people lamenting the rain
Of the floods, waterlogging and the pain
I understand all of that and I care
But watching a sea drenched in rain is what I dare
The wet sand, the roaring waves and the downpour looping like a carousel
And how the clouds change their colour with a swell
The winds gush past the waves and begin a swirl
And how every crashing wave break the rocks with a twirl
Thus begins the dance of drenched landscapes
And how the sepia coloured world change their tints, tones and shades
The drenched and the dried change places
Like alternating winds changing dresses
Imagine witnessing this beyond life’s closed cubicle
My four days of liberation and the ocean’s musical
To Birthdays and life’s celebration
Goa was my much-sought salvation
Oh, Goa! You beauty! You mended a lot of cracks
But I am amazed at how restless my heart has been since I came back
For now, my soul craves for the rest
ive sound of the oceans
But I also know that my heart belongs to the mountains
Of Mountains and Oceans the dilemma remain
For one keeps me grounded and the other lets me fly again.
Of late I have become more of a comfortable traveller seeking refuge in familiar or nearby places and this syndrome is greatly affecting my urge to see new places. I am a person who loves familiarity but also fantasizes a lot about the unfamiliar but lately taking that plunge to go someplace far and new had been taking a backseat. I know it’s not really a great feeling but my job, responsibilities and thousand other excuses to not travel have been quite overpowering.
When the wind swept by and the trees danced to the tunes of the sea
This birthday was special and since life was giving me lots of reasons to not travel, I decided to let my birthday be the motive to break free. And I decided to see the morning of 18th July’18 at a beach.
And the clouds came swooning over the sea
When the downpour began its journey but had not yet touched the ground
Goa had always been on the bucket list but somehow pushed at the back burner for some or the other reason. Having spent 17 years of my life in the mountains, beaches have always been a fantasy too beautiful to be true. The idea of seeing Goa in the monsoon was something beautifully romantic.
When the fishermen have bowed down before the rain God and retreated to their siesta.
When rain can accentuate every little detail in the landscape
Dreams do come true and here I was in Goa welcomed by the dramatic play of the clouds, roaring waves and the torrential rains posing like my own Birthday choir. I haven’t seen Goa in any other time of the year but I am sure that witnessing Goa in monsoon is no less than magic.
When the clouds play hide and seek
And then when it finally comes down to drench it all
The drama of the clouds, the greyscale of the skies and their magnetic pull on the sea is nothing less than watching a Broadway play. Looking at the restless sea kissed by the downpour and the oceanic dance of the waves made me realise how badly my soul craved to leave the shackles of everything familiar I had become too comfortable in.
When home seems the best place to go back to
When the sleepy alleys of the city are drenched in a drunken trance
When Siesta seems like the best thing in the world
My birthday wasn’t just about growing another year older but was exactly about what my heart had desired. Sometimes in life, until we have something, we do not even realise that it is exactly what we crave for. Goa felt like that, I had craved for the waves, the wet sand, the uncertainty and the fear of coming this far, halfway across the country.
When quirky translations blow your mind
And when the water has filled all the potholes
When the clouds decide to retreat awhile
What is familiar today was once an unfamiliar terrain, so why fear the unknown? From the monotonous routine of my life in Punjab, I flew to this world of laidback life, sea, beaches and siesta and I think this was one of the best decisions I took in 2018. I am glad I made my birthday worthwhile cruising from one beach to another, getting drenched in the incessant rain, visiting a nightclub for the first time, eating to my heart’s content and cheering out loud with a drink in my hand every single time. And in those four days of my reverie, I didn’t even realise when Goa turned into a home for the homebound soul.
When the green and the grey look like they just agreed in harmony
When the dance of the waves begin once again
And when love is in the air
When houses look this pretty
And while watching the sun go down after orchestrating the entire musical, the heart feels wild and calm at the same time, know that you have arrived home. You have arrived in Goa!
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