Now that I'm back in the "true North"-in the rapidly cooling end of the fall weather wearing socks and shoes, the hot and sticky Indian days are just memories. The fondling feel of the sea breeze on the lovely Agonda Beach in Goa just a remote recollection that it was just short of a year ago I sat in the hot sand gazing over the Arabic Sea. After eating in Fatima's Kitchen. The best thali I had ever had in India – and that’s saying a lot!
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be – the late Simone Signoret used to say. Maybe we just don’t know in this shrinking new world what nostalgia is any more? That wistful longing to go back and relive a few more moments of memories that still sit right behind the eyelids…
Just a moment or two to savour the aromas in Fatima’s hole in the wall eatery as the sun was moving toward the noon zenith in the village of Agonda. The place where everyone you ever wanted to meet locally came to have breakfast. The young and fit yoga instructors gabbing away before starting yet another day milking the money off tired and flabby tourists. Most of them coming from the UK and the European north – hordes of them arriving by auto rickshaws, taxis and by the busloads. Goa – so very far away and yet so very close to their dreams of a paradise.
I wasn’t one of “them” but a resident of India then. Now riding on the wave of nostalgia to visit Agonda, if only in my dreams.