Agenda Diaries
I remember my first trip to Goa; it was Baga, and at 21, I was initially appalled by the nightlife scenes. I had hardly experienced parties, but as I started grooving to the music, I quickly turned into a party lover! Looking back, I struggle to recall the sound of the beach; all I remember is loud music and crazy dancing. I don't regret those days; the experience made me happy, even if it was ephemeral or maybe it's the flux of life! Now, when I go to Goa, it's only to South Goa. I visit to see the beach, standing by the shore, marveling at the abundance of water compared to the scarcity back home. Sitting on the shore of a beach that seems to start from an infinity point, the breeze is pristine, and the waves' roar is the best music. There's something magical about the beaches. Every evening, the sun's performance as it sets in our part of the world and rises in another is captivating. Returning home with memories from the beaches, it takes at least 1-2 days ...