What happens in Goa, stays in Goa.

The tiny little finger of my hand lost direction. To my surprise it clutched itself tight and lay rest onto a hand. The grip closed with a finger-to-finger lock. It slowly started marching in the reigns of soothing tall palms. The soft sand beneath my naked feet cushioned great miles. The sun was beautiful and slowly dimming. The halo turned purple all set to disappear. The thin air loosened and roamed vagabond. The cool waves hit the shores with a pristine touch. The music tuned in mesmerizing me complete. Bottoms up! Tequila time. The intoxication is addictive. A soulful voice whispered in my ears, “Darling, this trance is for real. Its Goa!”

Going back in time, Goa has always been refreshing just like my Bacardi.
A new chapter of life began. The tender sands became the origin of its birth. The goamystery unraveled to the most beautiful journey of my life.

Here, I met my soul for the first time. It was more instant and quick then the instant coffee. All it said to me was, “When they say its right, its right!” My heart was a quick melt and it started pouring like the flowing river. The endless chatters whisked us away in the mild breeze. The evening slowly grew dark and transcended into a long intense night. The brim of my wine was filled with romance. Swinging to the tall palms, I started falling a prey to this touch of pamper. It soon became a night of fascination. A night of scintillating love.

I still cherish the first peck on my lip. A coy feeling but strong in its desire. It was a burning flame that ignited love. Infused with passion the togetherness drew us close. It was a stir that made the night slip seductive. The caress stroked a gentle loving touch. A crazy surrender in the want of love. It was a feeling I’ve never felt before. It touched my soul and swayed it to the rhythm of intimacy. It was a tender connect that kicked the fire of my enthusiasm. It was a need of not letting it go. It was an essence of making this love last long. It was a thrill to enliven its every memory. It was a stimuli to my mind and the love fuelled it higher making the night go long.
It was a night to remember.

Though still a stranger, but the inside of me sensed you. My inner voice reached its peak telling me finally I have found me in you. To this immense time, I submit in love and promise to be by its side always. Such beautiful was this first night.

Many years have passed. I’m back in Goa, today. My tiny little finger has once again clutched itself tight with a finger-to-finger lock grip. The soulful voice rings in my ears, “Honey, I’m raising a toast. I love growing old with you. Happy 10 to us Darling.
What happens in Goa, stays in Goa.”

Its bottoms up! Tequila time.

Once again, lets make a night to remember.
I love you, always!

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  1. Thats a lovely memory so well etched and penned down by you. Here’s a toast to many more🥂 .
    We too went for our honeymmon to Goa. Your beautiful words bring a whole lot of memories.

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