If you could live anywhere, where would it be? someone asked me recently. And I start to think about it.
It’s been too long since we’ve been on a holiday. It doesn’t seem very likely for the new future in the present circumstances. If I could I’d love to go to some place with a beach or beautiful hills. If I could, I would go to a place that has both – beautiful Goa.
Where Would It Be?
A while ago, I wrote this short piece on Goa. A friend reminded me of it and I thought I’d share it with you today.
Green and red. Two colours that strike me. Green the color of life, of growth. Red, the colour of blood. Another symbol of life. A symbol of love and passion too.
I have never seen such beautiful, verdant, emerald fields like these. The emerald palms too wave in the breeze, welcoming me, beckoning me to stay.
Nor have I seen the Earth so red. So alive. So fertile.
Both colors stir a longing in me. A yearning to find out more about this land. A need to get more in touch with myself.
And as if this wasn’t enough, there’s vast expanses of blue – the unending horizon of the ocean, reminding me of the largeness of the Universe, inviting me to get lost in the eternal love of the Creator.
This is the land of my ancestors. Though they haven’t lived there for generations, their blood running through my veins, recognizes the call of this land, inviting me to call Goa my home.
That longing aside, the place I really choose to be in at this time is home. You might laugh and say what other choice do I have during this lockdown.
But home has not really a ‘place’ for me. I’ve had too many moves growing up to identity home with a location or a house. Home, for me, is a place I can be myself in. A place where I feel safe. A place I feel loved and secure.
“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”― Maya Angelou, All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes
Your turn now. If you could live anywhere, where would it be?