Alone in Heaven – Act 1

The itinerary was set. He hit Goa at 7 in the morning. First step was to find out the most pristine beach in an off season Goa. After a day of exploring the southern part of the city, he knew it had to be the baga beach. For him being there was like experiencing a kiss he could never get enough of.

Crowded yet gave him space. The motley of colors speckled on the yellow beach. The waters opening into the sea, like an eagle had just spread its wings to fly. So he had to do it. To kill his loneliness in his self proclaimed heaven.

He kick started the arrangements on his scooter. Had everything running in his head like a film roll. Roll 1. Get the palm leaves. Roll 2. Paint the invitations. Roll 3. Arrange the bamboo. Roll 4…….

By evening invites had been painted on palm leaves and the mesh curtains and lanterns had been arranged. He folded the invitation, put them in a basket and went off to lie down. He never booked a room. Just lay there on the beach near the shacks. Late into the night sometime he d just catch a shack worker who was free and strolling around and they would chat. Most of them fantasized with him about the goris visiting the beach in summer time. The morning ablutions were usually done at the shacks and beach showers. So he dint book a room.

Next morning the commotion began. All the lively morning people will be drunk by the evening. First were the beach visitors. He had 25 invitations and he was looking out on roads, on shops, stalls, shacks, beaches for singles and couples. In all colors, shapes and attires. Hitting Goa to free their mind, body and souls. By two in the afternoon, he had satisfied himself with the surety of 25 attendees. 25 people he hadn’t known before. 25 people he will spend this night with. 25 people to kill his solitude in heaven.

(To be Continued)