“Are you gonna walk all the way?” the waiter asks me. “Maybe”, I reply. I have been walking for seven days now. Three weeks ago, I came to Goa for a meeting. It could’ve been over a zoom call, but the client was paying so I didn’t argue much. I hate traveling. If it was any other city, I would have said no. But it was Goa. It had been ten years since I last visited Goa. Back in the day, I jokingly used to say that I have visited Goa enough for this life time. Not anymore. Little did I know that, it will come true and for the next ten years, I will forget about the existence of this place. Never say things out loud, milkyway hears them. Anyway, we had a good meeting and my flight back to normalcy was scheduled after two days. On my last day, around 4:30 pm, I stepped out of the hotel to saunter around the beach. It was one of those private beachs that the hotel acquires so that the guests don’t have to commingle with the other tourists in Goa. Makes you feel posh. Too bad, they can’t do anything about the water though. Or sunsets. That’s shared with everyone. I wish I could have a private sunset, which only I could see. Maybe then I will start appreciating it. I went and sat on one of those beach beds. The sun was set by then. I sat there for another hour. Thinking. Thinking.
I still remembered when i used to take the longest route while returning from school, however I never think about walking in the way you elaborate it. It’s fascinating to know about what philosopher’s would say about walking
Such interesting parallel story telling, it was a crazy screenplay in my mind.
I think people find some satisfaction in shared misery - Surreal!!
I still remembered when i used to take the longest route while returning from school, however I never think about walking in the way you elaborate it. It’s fascinating to know about what philosopher’s would say about walking
Mast!
Beautiful