Sunday evening @ Miramar beach…

Sunday evening finds us at Miramar beach. We have driven to Panjim to check out the new KFC outlet that was due to open (the first in Goa), but on arrival are told that it would only do so 2 days later – typical Goan style 😉 Thwarted in our efforts to munch on the Colonel’s fried chicken…we make for the beach, which is fast becoming Ishaan’s favorite spot 🙂 Like all toddlers, he’s finally discovered his love for the water, after an initial period in which he avoided it like the plague 😛

 

 

Father & Son: Contemplation

 

It’s late evening, the sun has just set, leaving the sky hued in shades of gold and orange, and the distant silver sickle of the moon casts a soft glow on the restless Arabian Sea. High up, there’s an orange streak…evidence of a jet on a journey. The tide is out and the sand firm and Ishaan jogs comfortably right up to the water’s edge, where he stands shrieking in delight every time the waves lap his tiny feet 🙂

 

Happiness in a puddle 🙂

 

Elsewhere, are typical beach scenes…a group throwing Frisbees, another playing soccer, dogs walking their owners and families on picnics. A cool gentle breeze takes the edge off the October heat. As we wander along the sands, I look down, and see this.

 

Imprint!

 

It’s a perfect imprint of what I gather is a fern leaf and I think of how it must have stayed hidden, safe under cover of water, until exposed by the receding tide. It just IS – there in the sand for the world to see and admire and something about that is oddly touching and uplifting. I look up, still moved and suddenly, a pair of birds (can’t say what kind) flies low over the water’s edge, in a kind of salutary dance, perhaps wishing the Sea goodnight, before taking off and soaring back up into the indigo sky. In that magical moment, I AM those birds…free and high-flying, rid of all worldly worries and one with the elements. A moment of communion. A perfect evening.

 

Miramar beach after sunset

 

p.s. After we get home, while looking through the newspapers, I see that the date is 10.10.10 and there’s a write-up on how at 10 minutes past 10 o’clock, it would be 10.10 on 10.10.10!! Apparently this only happens once every 100 years and I’m happy that unknowingly we’ve marked this memorable date with a magical evening 🙂

Vagator Wanderings…

Just back from a wonderful drive to Vagator beach!

We started off after lunch and made our way toward Mapusa and onward to Vagator, following our map. Again, winding roads lush with greenery and flanked by paddy fields…a Goan hallmark 🙂 We were headed to the Chapora Fort, that hubby had never been to and that I had vague recollections of from a school trip, aeons ago!

The fort sits on top of the Chapora hill and offers gorgeous views of the Arabian Sea, but although we got there, we didn’t walk the last 10 mins up to it. It was raining and the steep rocky path up to the summit, was dangerously slippery. We didn’t want to risk it with Ishaan in tow, and so that part of the trip will have to wait for dry, sunny day. We did see some wonderful birds though, blue-bellied with russet wings and lots of butterflies. Ishaan was thrilled to see a black and white spotted mongrel and was very eager to touch it! Not something I encouraged, much as I love dogs!

Just as we were ready to leave, we saw a girl, a foreigner, come walking down from the fort and we asked whether she would like a lift back down the steep slope. She acquiesced and we set off down the hill. I thought she was very brave to have gone on up to the Fort alone, given it’s isolated location! I wouldn’t have ventured there on my own and I’m a local! As we got talking, we discovered she was on a 2-month visit to India from Germany, and had already visited Rajasthan, Delhi and Bombay. She was now working her way down south – next stop – the Backwaters in Kerala. She seemed relieved that we spoke understandable, unaccented English and we decided to go to Vagator beach together and help her find a place to grab a bite on the way. It was siesta-hour, so naturally every restaurant was closed :P, and we decided to hit the beach first.

Vagator beach can be viewed from atop a craggy overhang and I had a sense of deja vu, like this was Tiracol all over again, that ‘end of the world’, remote, windswept, faraway feeling! There was a chilly breeze and a light drizzle. High tide had reduced the beach below to a slim strip of sand, the sea was rough and fishing eagles circled at eye-level looking for a meal! It was wild, wonderful and magical – there was ‘Atmosphere’ and then some, if you get what I mean! There were only a few Indian tourists, some of whom came up to our friend and requested a picture, to which she graciously assented! I found it strange, but apparently this happened to her quite often! I guess to millions of small-town Indians, seeing a foreigner and getting their picture taken, is still an exotic experience, much sought after and fondly cherished. As hubby points out to me, annoyingly at times (only ‘coz he’s right you understand ;-)), I’m hardly representative of the average Indian, with my privileged upbringing and urban lifestyle complete with frequent jaunts abroad! It’s easy for people like me to forget that the majority of Indians still live in her villages and although rapid progress is fast eroding their innocence in some ways, in others, they are still naive. Sometimes touchingly so. When she later shared that some Indian families she had requested for pictures, had asked for money in return, however – that just made me sad 😦

We sat there for a while, strangers, newly bonded by our shared experience and soaked in the ‘atmosphere’, while a couple of vendors approached our friend with beaded jewelery. They ignored us completely of course 😉 It was a memorable half hour 🙂 All to soon, the strengthening downpour signaled it was time to leave. On the way back we dropped our friend off at The Mango Tree, a bar, which seemed like a hangout for foreigners and where she would hopefully find friends and a bite to eat, after first exchanging e-mails and Facebook ids, so I could mail her the pics we took. With much waving and wishing her a safe journey ahead, we parted ways, certainly for us with fond memories of a chance encounter and I hope for her too 🙂

Another memorable addition to the Priolcar family archives!!