There are some good things about advertising. Not always will you spend time cheating people with ads that boast of facts that do not actually exist, and call them an exhibition of your new-found creativity. Could be inate, but once in Goa, who the fuck cares?
There is a place where you do not need to worry about the clock ticking your life away.
There is a place where you will always find yourself spending more time with your thoughts than you ever did.
There is a place where you could walk in any direction and still reach heaven.
There is a place where you do not have to worry about how miserable the place you left behind is.
There is a place where you could stand still at any moment and still feel the dynamism of life.
There is a place where small things become more worthy than the materials that very often influence you sadly.
There is a place where you could just stare at the setting sun and get lost in the colors of tranquility.
There is a place where nature bows and welcomes your personality irrespective of what you are.
There is a place where it is easy to decide who or what you are more in love with.
There is a place where you would die to hold the hand of that someone and walk towards the horizon, and the beauty is, you believe it exists.
There is a place which will take you out of balance and make you experience the bliss of being unstable with routine.
There is a place where you could not just feel the breeze upon you, but see it.
There is a place which will tell you how exactly life needs to be lived after you are done with achieving the sadistic pleasures of virtual reality.
There is a place which will make you confess to yourself and will host your weakness till you get rid of it.
There is a place where you could look straight into the eyes of water and surf on the waves of internal sound, your conscience.
There is a place called GOA.
In Goa you’ll notice that you are diffusing into a free spirit, just like your shadow that falls on the moist sand of the beach. The sun sets and rises before your eyes like it had waited all this long to do so. The waves strike the rocks and sing to you the song that mesmerizes your senses and puts your swinging mind at rest. The foot marks you leave behind are washed away the next second, unlike the past that still tortures your subconscious existence.
