Bathroom slippers
I recently went to Goa with one of the closest friends of mine. We were roommates in college for four years, and he is the only one who has probably heard about more muses in my life than this blog. It was my first time in Goa, but he had been there at least a dozen times. He had asked me to pack light, we had rented a bike and drove miles in the city. It wasn't that we liked riding a bike, but we didn't have an option. Every place was so far apart, a trip from the north to the south of Goa felt like ages. We sunbathed on some less crowded beaches which my friend knew off, during the daytime. Later on, we went back to our hotel to freshen up and take some rest.
Anyway, coming to the muse of the blog post. My friend is an excellent salsa dancer and got an invite to a Salsa party in Goa. That's when I saw her. They say that the truest expression of the people is in their dance, as bodies never lie. And her truest expression was quite majestic, and it was just breathtaking. It might also have to do with the way she carried herself and her elegant cocktail dress. I went up to her once she was done with her dance, and complimented her. As it turns out, she is from Goa itself, and quite into dancing. As we were chatting, she inquired as to why I didn't dance. I told her that I don't know how to, and would look like a fool if I tried to dance. She said, "Dancing with your feet is one thing, dancing with your heart is another." Then she got up and held my hand, and we went on the dance floor. She then taught me certain necessary steps for a dance form Kizomba. My body was an inch away from her and the way she swayed her was quite hard (to imitate). It was around midnight, and the place was shutting down. She was heading to another club with her friends and invited us along.
On entering the other club, I saw the reason why Goa is known as the party destination of the country. It was past midnight, and the place had lights glittering all around. There was a live band performance with great music. But then, how could we forget my comic life, it can't be this perfect. My friend was wearing 'bathroom slippers' and thus wasn't allowed to enter. I tried to convince the bouncer, but he didn't budge. There was no way we could have got an entry into the club. But then, I have never given up. I went in, and it was a terrace bar jam packed with people. I went near the wall, took my shoes off, and threw them on the road. I had instructed my friend to stand there, he left his slippers, wore my shoes and came in. Voila! This is how it's done.
She was elated as soon as she saw me, and was quite impressed by our act. I went with her in a corner with less noise. As we were talking, she told me that I am quite the flirt. I objected to it; I told her that it's an art which comes after years of practice and knowledge. I inquired about her relationship status; she declined to answer. It didn't even matter; it was my last night in a beach sided city miles away, with a gorgeous lady. Both of us knew that we wouldn't meet again. It was the ephemeral nature and the enigma which made our night together truly cherishable.
Later
Sidhant
Anyway, coming to the muse of the blog post. My friend is an excellent salsa dancer and got an invite to a Salsa party in Goa. That's when I saw her. They say that the truest expression of the people is in their dance, as bodies never lie. And her truest expression was quite majestic, and it was just breathtaking. It might also have to do with the way she carried herself and her elegant cocktail dress. I went up to her once she was done with her dance, and complimented her. As it turns out, she is from Goa itself, and quite into dancing. As we were chatting, she inquired as to why I didn't dance. I told her that I don't know how to, and would look like a fool if I tried to dance. She said, "Dancing with your feet is one thing, dancing with your heart is another." Then she got up and held my hand, and we went on the dance floor. She then taught me certain necessary steps for a dance form Kizomba. My body was an inch away from her and the way she swayed her was quite hard (to imitate). It was around midnight, and the place was shutting down. She was heading to another club with her friends and invited us along.
On entering the other club, I saw the reason why Goa is known as the party destination of the country. It was past midnight, and the place had lights glittering all around. There was a live band performance with great music. But then, how could we forget my comic life, it can't be this perfect. My friend was wearing 'bathroom slippers' and thus wasn't allowed to enter. I tried to convince the bouncer, but he didn't budge. There was no way we could have got an entry into the club. But then, I have never given up. I went in, and it was a terrace bar jam packed with people. I went near the wall, took my shoes off, and threw them on the road. I had instructed my friend to stand there, he left his slippers, wore my shoes and came in. Voila! This is how it's done.
She was elated as soon as she saw me, and was quite impressed by our act. I went with her in a corner with less noise. As we were talking, she told me that I am quite the flirt. I objected to it; I told her that it's an art which comes after years of practice and knowledge. I inquired about her relationship status; she declined to answer. It didn't even matter; it was my last night in a beach sided city miles away, with a gorgeous lady. Both of us knew that we wouldn't meet again. It was the ephemeral nature and the enigma which made our night together truly cherishable.
Later
Sidhant
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