A New Yorker In Goa

This was my sixth day in India, having spent most of the others in Bombay at the home of Tarik’s parents. Tarik, my college teacher back at Pratt, had been the one to sell me on visiting India. And after Bombay and its noxious, jarring, captivating, horrifying, blaring, in-your-face, jib-jab, Tarik knew I would next need a strong dose of Goa. I sat on dunes to rest. The country of India was right behind me, but for the moment I might have been perched on the sand at Jones Beach.