So here I am in Goa. Sitting on a pink stool, by a pink table, next to a tall window, overlooking the greenery outside, in a huge goan house, where I am sitting by myself, on a net book with internet, none of which belongs to me. With a glass of local port wine.

When I reached Goa on Tuesday morning, the train schedules were erased. So I assumed I would take the 7pm train back to Mumbai (like the way I had done the last time I was here. Oh the flexibility of traveling by cheap general compartment!)
But turns out, when I reach the train station at 7pm on Thursday, the train left at 5:30 and the schedule was updated.
Unlike most people, I laugh at the situation and get out of the station only to find a friend from Bombay waiting outside for some other folks. We get talking and now I am invited to his resort at Baga. To may be design the place. I call my local Goan designer friend and ask if he is interested in meeting a potential client. And walla, we have a meeting arranged today, Friday.

Turns out some other friends from bombay are here too. and I may meet them as well. I don't know. For now I am just embracing this daring adventure my life has thrown at me.