SHARING SOLITUDE
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I knew then that this trip would be different. It was my fifth trip to Goa in ten years and in the last four trips, the common factor had been a bewildering and stifling sense of desolate despondency...
‘We seem to be in the only place in Goa without a beach or shack or shop or bar or house or restaurant...’ she said...
That morning, all that I wanted was the bliss of solitude; and by night, I had no bed, no room, no toilet and I stood accused of being a rapist.
I knew then that this trip would be different. It was my fifth trip to Goa in ten years and in the last four trips, the common factor had been a bewildering and stifling sense of desolate despondency...
‘We seem to be in the only place in Goa without a beach or shack or shop or bar or house or restaurant...’ she said...
That morning, all that I wanted was the bliss of solitude; and by night, I had no bed, no room, no toilet and I stood accused of being a rapist.
n.b. Any resemblance to real people, places, events and customs might be a coincidence.
Gos revisited :)
ReplyDeleteNice pics..thanks for sharing.
Thx a ton, Kanak, for checking it out... wonderful to see you here! :-)))
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