Turns out beaches are moody.
During my last visit to Goa, monsoons were waving goodbye and the ocean was still defending her beaches like an angry tigress. Though visually enticing, the sea was too treacherous to tread into. So I was forced to cautiously walk on the fringes of the water and humbly pick sells that were offered to me. my presence was tolerated, not welcomed.
On the last day of that trip, I made my way to Bambolim beach, the mood was as mentioned above. As if to symbolise this aversion to my presence, the ocean kept sending jellyfish my way. I could see beautiful shells shimmering, just under the foamy waves. But I heard the ocean growl, and did not take any.
During this visit, I was determined to make amends with Bambolim beach, so it was the first beach I went to. This time however the mood was completely different. The absence of jellyfish and the calm water seduced me to enter. As if to make peace for the earlier grumpiness, beautiful silvery blue disk like shells kept appearing at my feet. Peace has been made with Bambolim beach, and the former foul mood has been lovingly forgiven.
