The moment you cross the border and enter you know you are in Goa. You don’t need any road signs to tell you that you are in Goa. There is something in the air of Goa. And, that is the reason people from all across India and world throng this small beach state, almost all through the year. This something that gives Goa a unique character, that is the essence of Goa, is called – Freedom.
You drop your inhibitions the moment you enter Goa. You are set free and it is this freedom that people come to experience in Goa. That’s the catch. Tanvi checked into a cheap beach shack somewhere between Anjuna and Vagator in North Goa. She just parked her car, threw her backpack and walked towards the beach to soak into the salty breeze. She spread her arms towards the sea and gave a loud shout. She wasn’t bothered if anyone was seeing her or not. Well, she was in Goa.
Sun was setting and tables were being laid on the beach by the shacks lines behind. A candle stood in the centre of the table giving it a perfect romantic setting. The sound of the waves gushing in and out had a calming effect. Someone playing a guitar at a distance and peppy Goan music from the live programs from the shack created a delightful ambience.
Tanvi was enjoying her drinks and prawns. She was absorbing in the essence of Goa and thinking about her to-do list in Goa. She wanted to go to a rave party to experience what psychedelic is, she wanted to dance through the night and only stop after seeing the first rays of the sun, and she wanted to walk on the beach holding a hot man’s hand under a moonlit sky.
Tanvi had brought a sexy short black dress with a little low neckline and hemline just finishing on the knee, for the evening. Earlier, Tanvi never had the confidence to carry a short dress. She always found her bulges peeping out, her stubby and ugly legs showing, and her dhai kilo ka haath destroying the feminine fragility of a western short dress. It was jeans and top for her always with the only change being wearing a fancy top for evening parties. Today, she didn’t care what people will think. She just wanted to make herself happy and a short dress will do exactly that, at that moment. Well, keeping hypocrisy away, Tanvi did lose oddles of weight being on the road for so long now, being half-fed and half-slept most of the time. Yes, women we are! For us there is never black and white when it comes to weight, there are deep grey shades too.
Tanvi was completely transformed the moment she adorned the dress. She was in the peppy spirit of Goa.
Read the previous chapter here – Chapter 31 – Driving Towards Goa Tanvi realizes Impact Of Sanitation Problem For Women
Read the next chapter here –Chapter 33 – In Search of Psychedelic Music In Goa
This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.
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