Friday 11 November 2016

By the beach in Goa

When you plan your travel, you roughly visualise what you want from that trip. Somewhere in the back of your head, you feel like it's never seeing the light of day, that your dream trip will be averagely executed. But this time around, it was different.

When one thinks of Goa, you imagine a lovely shack to chill by, some delicious comfort food, a refreshing drink, great company to share the experience with and some me-time.

So did my expectations come true? Read on to find out.

All thanks to my new colleague at work, to whom I happened to mention about my travel plans. She suggested a place and told me about how great it is for a leisurely lunch. I took note of it. Did I go there? Oh yes! I wouldn't know what I'd have missed if I hadn't gone there. 'Pousada By The Beach' was beyond our expectations. It was the Goa I wanted to experience.
It checked all the boxes with great food, favourite people for company, and the most relaxing ambience. While we could get this experience elsewhere too, what we'd have missed is the warmth with which these people offered their service. Trust me, not everybody is capable of that. Know that feeling when you visit a good friend's place and the family treats you like a special guest? Well, that's exactly how special we were made to feel. The place is owned by a father-son duo. They were the magicians who turned a beach side restaurant into a heavenly abode for experience seekers. Greeted with a welcoming smile we were escorted inside. As you enter, you can see scattered palm trees. And that's when serenity strikes you, just instantly. You wonder if you're in the right place. To add to your disbelief, two four-legged animals say hello to you in their own way and as I am not a dog lover, I withdrew. But that did not affect their excitement.

So we entered and settled down. There were no other guests around and we were the first ones to arrive that day. It felt a little less 'real' initially (basically, it was too good to be true) and eventually we got accustomed to the goodness of the place and the people there.

With a warm smile, a young guy (the son) sparked a conversation and presented the menu before us. Fortunately, the menu had stuff that we loved and without much-a-do we placed our order as we were really hungry. The food not only looked great, it tasted great too. And to our delight, the quantity too was not compromised. Once we were done, we were wondering what dessert we could order, and before we completed our thought, a complimentary yummy looking dessert appeared before us. Now, that for me was icing on the cake, literally. Loved their intuitive nature and the temptation to please their guests. Truly commendable!

We spent more than five hours at the place as we befriended 'Chai' & 'Biscuit' (the dogs), took a lot of pictures with them, enjoyed the drizzle by the beach and not to forget, we got a head massage at the beach too.

All in all, father-son and Chai-Biscuit duos were the best we met at Goa. If I get to visit Goa again, I'm not gonna miss going here. And to those who are planning their trip and are staying in North Goa, you dare not miss this amazing place! POUSADA BY THE BEACH it is.

Wednesday 24 August 2016

The Other Side

Today, I stumbled upon some of my old stuff and found some cassettes of my wife's favourite TV shows. She would watch them repeatedly. I wonder what she liked about them. She would always ask me to join her as she watched those shows but I'd just make an excuse and escape. It has been fifteen years since I lost my wife.

As I sat alone in my living room, with nothing to do on a Sunday evening, I decided to watch the shows. I watched each and every show. One after another. All through the night.

The wind was cold outside. But the nostalgia gave me the real chill. The faint echo of my wife's laughter filled the empty house once again. Her face would lighten up whenever she watched these shows. Each time she had the show on, I'd move to the verandah, immerse myself into a book full of stories of a world that existed only in the imagination of a reader. Occasionally, when I would lift my head from the book, I'd look at the window of my house which gave me a direct view of the living room. All I'd see is a woman laughing like a little girl. Enjoying her own company.

Now that I think of it, I wish I had looked at the other side of the window more often.