It's been almost three months and i still cannot get over it, especially with the weather in the city getting this humid, it is easy to wish to go to a beach. How i miss Goa and the flea markets that this city lacks.*sigh*
The one thing that i miss the most (and believe me,it is such a difficult choice to decide what i miss the most), is the French Toast that we had for breakfast almost every morning. If I could eat those French Toasts for breakfast for the rest of my life, I most certainly would. With no second thoughts! Who but a Goan chef in a small restaurant would know the recipe for the most deliciously perfect set of French Toast which people like us would gobble every single day.
Oh and of course, the strange sugar that dint dissolve in cornflakes, will never be forgotten. Anjuna beach by night, sitting in silence (ok, not really "silence" but yeah, there were a few minutes when everyone went silent) and watching the moon. The moon has never looked so poetic ever since that night at Anjuna. Anyone would trade being in this city and studying for the exams to getting toasted in the sun and flaunting the "I just got dipped in molten copper" look in the Wednesday Night Market and getting bright-coloured streaks in their hair.
