Wet green blades of the coconut trees, vision
The hum of the sea, sound
The fresh whiff of the earth, smell
Drops of pure rain melting on my skin, touch
The welcoming tang of the imli sweets… taste
Ohhh… A brutal attack to all the five senses! A mere photograph will not give you the same feel.
Just imagine it.
There for just two days, camping in the quiet of the South, the Goa I remember during the film festival (IFFI) is a different world.
Women working in fours in the brimming rice fields, not a soul disturbing the wild wild sea…so different from the touristy Goa we all see.
That’s the pleasure of travel, going to the same place, three times over, but discovering a completely different world each time…
A gift, I’ll treasure in all my travels.