GOA: My first love


I fell in love with Goa the very first time I visited as a child. Splashing in the waves, resisting the mischievous clutches of the sandy beach, carving my name with the tip of my toe and watching the tide erase it — never my memories.

Since then, I’ve returned countless times — with family, friends, my partner, and even on my own. Yet, Goa never fails to captivate. There’s something for every kind of traveler, every age, every mood.

The city carries an eternal holiday vibe. Shops open late in the morning, shacks light up by evening with groovy beats, and the air always feels relaxed, easy, timeless. The beachside stalls may sell the same colorful, funky t-shirts, flowy floral dresses, and exotic shells — but somehow, it never gets old.

From hilltop parties to majestic forts, dolphin cruises to deltin nights, tasting feni at spice plantations to exploring aquariums and the Big Foot Museum, white-washed churches to colorful Portuguese-style houses — the list is endless. I have experienced the most thrilling water sports here, and the best e-bike tours.

 I’ve even heard of beaches that glow at night with bioluminescence, and I’m yet to see the breathtaking Dudhsagar Falls. Someday, I will tick off everything on my bucket list.

And yet, even after all that, it is the ocean that keeps calling me back. The waves, the endless horizon, the sound of water kissing the shore — it’s not just a view; it’s a feeling, a rhythm that syncs with my heart. Standing at the edge, toes in the sand, eyes on the horizon, I feel complete. The ocean is my constant, my escape, my anchor, and no matter how many adventures I have elsewhere, it is here, in its vastness and calm, that I feel utterly at home.






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