They kept walking in dark following a trail. All they could hear was the sound of the waves. It was getting so dark in the alleys that one had to use mobile screen to see the step ahead. It had been almost 20 minutes since they started walking but only eerie silence around. Was it the right path?
3 am in the morning, walking in dark, and reasonably drunk – but who cares? You are in Goa.
Music was getting loud and dim lights were visible. Rave party was in full swing. Psychedelic music, smoke of hash, half naked people; some puking, some laughing, some kissing and some dancing like mad. The lighting of the dance area was such that there was absolute darkness and only whites glowed, alongwith strong laser lights that caused the head to spin. The smoke of the hash was so strong that even if you are not smoking you still feel intoxicated. The air was suffocating.
A group of Gujarati teenagers were totally sloshed. Surely, it seemed it was the first time that they had experienced so much freedom and were going beserk unable to handle or this was the only time that they felt free of all inhibitions and wanted to enjoy every moment of it.
Outside the hamlet there was a small market with stalls serving egg, bread and cigarette – the bare minimum things things you need when you are drunk. This place was right on the beach. You could find couples at every step on the beach in the dark exploring, experimenting and enjoying their physical freedom. Were they in love? Did they even know each other properly? Or was it simply lust and unconstrained freedom. Nudity was synonymous to freedom here.
It was strange that experiencing a rave party was one of Tanvi’s wildest dreams but now that she was here, right in the centre of the most happening rave party of Goa, she felt stifled. All this seemed shallow and fake. People come here looking for freedom but freedom from what? Is having mindless sex an expression of freedom? Is taking drugs a mark of freedom? All she could see was shallow and confused people.
Rave party was all about forgetting oneself, losing oneself, getting completely disconnected from the self. Somewhere, some meanings got construed and misconstrued to eulogize freedom.
Tanvi’s head was spinning. She caught hold of a chair and sat. An almost naked man came running towards her. He came objectionably close to her and said, “Come dance with me”. Tanvi got really scared and she ran. Tanvi kept running as far away as she could, along the beach, panting and huffing. She kept running till there was not even a whisper of psychedelic music.
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