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Goa  is  drop-dead  gorgeous.  Goa  is  a  reflection  of  your  mood.  If  you’re
                happy, it feels like a happy place, if you’re sad, it feels dark and gloomy.
                Every encounter in Goa feels new, different. For me, living by the beach is

                the same as living life like a slow-burning candle. Today feels like one of
                those days when you prefer listening to the radio for the element of surprise
                rather than playing your long-lost playlist.
                   My Tinder shows 10 odd profiles and, like every other day, I swipe all of
                them  left.  My  smartphone  rings.  ‘Happy  Birthday!’  says  the  lady  at  the

                other end.
                   ‘Thank you!’

                   ‘You can avail 800 credits on MakeMyTrip for your next booking.’
                   So, here’s the deal. It is not my birthday today. I am signed up with more
                than 15 online travel companies and I have mentioned a different birth-date
                on each one of them to avail the birthday month benefits every month and

                ride for half the price to Goa. Young and broke college students often do
                that.
                   Switch your phones off before you enter, reads a big board in front of

                Ricky’s. I clearly remember noticing this when I had accidentally landed at
                Ricky’s for the first time.
                   ‘Look who is here,’ uncle Ricky hugs me and pulls me out of my reverie.
                Sheen  smiles  from  a  distance.  She’s  busy  attending  to  some  European
                clients.

                   ‘Hello, uncle! Why did you tell everyone about my stand-up gig? Why
                can’t you keep your mouth shut?’ I say as I place all my stuff in the coco
                hut. Uncle Ricky makes sure to reserve it for me before I reach.

                   ‘Fear. No Fear. No Fear. Say this out loud,’ he laughs.
                   ‘Wow! Is this Elisha’s song playing?’

                   ‘Yes!’

                   ‘Why don’t you share this playlist with me? It is not on YouTube . I love
                her voice.’
                   ‘It’s my prized possession. Nobody can have it.’

                   Elisha  became  my  favourite  singer  the  moment  I  listened  to  her  first
                song. I can listen to her songs on and on. They give me the power to live, to
                believe in my dreams, and to dare to fall in love again! I wish I could meet
                you at least once, Elisha!
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