Most of the days I wake up dreading what’s awaiting me during the day day (not all, but parts of it). Some days I wake up with a smile on my face, because I got to sleep till late that day. It’s a weekend. And not just that, weekends also bring with itself the chance of breaking the rules, flouting the time table, doing as you please and leaving the comfort of the four walls and roaming around in the wilderness for 48 hours and sometimes a little more than that.
It doesn’t necessarily has to be wilderness; it could be commerically maintained mountains, beautiful valleys, ancient monuments, gigantic falls, musical temples and it could be beaches. Oh, beaches! When you sit by a beach, roughly covered under a shack, with Sunlight falling on your legs, with your head back and eyes closed; it’s the best place to be in. And when the tiny rain drops fall on you, amidst the Sunlight, a rainbow shines somewhere far away.
I am not a big fan of drizzling though. Never liked anything in moderation. I either prefer a sunny day or roaring rains. As a kid, I would often get an unannounced holiday owing to rains. There was a name for it. It was a ‘Rainy Day’ & Rainy day meant no homework, no classes and no PT – only TV and play. Good, olden days!
I can’t avail a rainy day any more but I can definitely chase the rains which is what I did last year in Goa, same time.
From South to Central to North Goa
We began from Bangalore & started driving towards Goa. To make the journey more worthwhile, we stayed in Karwar, a beautiful beach town in Karnataka. In the evening when it’s all breezy, pakodas tasted a bit crunchier & the sugar less chai was much sweeter for I was by the beach, and it was beautiful. It meant no work, no anxiety, no awkwardness. Only pleasure and play!
Drive to Colva and on a beach trail
The next day, it began raining. Goa in monsoon was prettier, greener and cooler. The beaches were deserted with no shacks & no functioning cafes. My favorite Jaime’s was shut down too. But my other two favorites were very much alive – CCD by Colva Beach & Martin’s corner. Ate to my heart’s contents there & spent the rest of the day getting drenched & hopping beaches.
The next day, I spent the entire day running away from the beach to under a tree, from the tree to a shop’s roof & from there to the nearest CCD. Rains were playing with me too. It would pour and then it wouldn’t. I would buy sliced Pineapple from a vendor and as I would bite into the juicy slice, it would pour again. It went on like this…until I was completely drenched, happy and free.
When was the last time you were drenched in rains? Long back?
When was the last time you felt free – like a bird?
For me, it was last year in Goa when both happened at the same time. What are you waiting for?