The definitive guide to things I think about

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This is going to be a long long story, so be prepared. It started seven years ago. 2003 was as good a year as any I suppose. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I was about to end my tryst with college and having got that speed-bump out of my way I drifted into a period of restlessness. I wanted merrymaking and lawlessness and in that spirit I boarded a train to Goa. Two days later I was sitting on the balcony of a crudely-made shack on Palolem beach sipping port wine, kissing the breeze, and watching the sun die. The adventures that followed form the substance of another story which I will tell in the due course of time, but suffice to say that the memory of that beautiful evening lingered in some dark crevice of my mind until very recently. A couple of months ago, wife and I decided to do Goa one more time this year. And yes, it is possible to do Goa – if you have been there recently and seen plastic bottles on the beach you will know what I mean. So anyway, wanting ...