So there we sat, six of us, in Goa, after so many years. We all had visited this place before, but separately, with different people. So when Meera brought it up last month, that we should meet in Goa, interjecting in an entirely different conversation on Whatsapp, we were all sceptical, whether the plan would materialize.
I mean we six knew each other for a long time, over Facebook etc. but had been together only for two months, four years back, during one of the training programs. And it was then that I had met her, Nisha, and had became attracted to her.
She would be there, I had thought, when Meera brought it up, my heart beating vigorously in my chest.
Then everything happened in a jiffy. Dates were finalized. Leave applications submitted. Flights were booked. And two days back, we all landed in Goa. Six different people from six different places in India, looking to revive the magic of those two months that were etched in our memory like a beautiful dream.
We were sitting on a peaceful shore in Palolem beach.
The black sky above was full of shimmering stars along with a full moon that poured down its milky whiteness. The sea below was dreamy black under the night sky, sparkling at places where it reflected the pale moonlight. The waves were crashing the beach in a slow lumbering rhythm, all resonating so perfectly as if orchestrated by a master conductor.
A group of foreigners sitting nearby was singing and laughing and living every moment in its entirety, their voices interlacing with the sounds of the surrounding –the crashing waves, the caressing wind, the chirping of crickets.
I drank the atmosphere with my eyes, getting high on its rawness that can only be found in a place like this, far far away from the city rush, and its daily bustle.
It was then Nisha got up and held my hands, asking me to walk along with her.
Walking with her on that beach, when the waves were kissing our feet and the cool breeze was rustling through our clothes, our bodies brushed each other as our feet sunk deep into the wet sand. Off balanced, she took my hand in hers, slipping her fingers into mine, making my feelings rise for her like the wave rising in front of us and in the next moment, when that wave started falling, I looked at her and realized I too, like that falling wave, was falling for her, slowly and gradually.
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