Those 6 days at Goa

[Drubyu]

Meanwhile, a small update,




When we entered the room, Dad was already there.He was sitting on a chair and had a cup of coffee in his hand and was sipping from it.


“Hey….” He said when he saw us entering the room.


“Hi..You came early?” Mom asked.


“Yes. I thought you guys would be back around lunchtime and you would be bored.So I wanted to take you to somewhere else.” Dad replied.


Mom and I removed our sand-filled sandals and she instructed me to go to the washroom directly and take a bath.I did as I was told.When I exited the washroom, she was still standing near the bed and talking to dad.When she saw me in the room, she went to the washroom.


I went to the balcony and sat on the armrest of dad’s chair.He put his hand around me and asked,


“Did you enjoy it?” 


“Yeah, dad. It was a lot of fun.” I replied.


“Where did you go? What did you do?” He asked.


“We went to Baga. We had fun in the sea, we rode jet ski,played volleyball on the beach…..Hey dad wait…” I said and ran into the room as I suddenly remembered something.


I took that seashell out from the pocket of my soiled Bermudas that I wore on the beach and came back to the balcony. I sat on the armrest of dad’ chair again and showed him that seashell,


“ Wow...” Dad took that seashell in one of his hands and observed it closely.He had a mug of coffee in his other hands.


“I found it on the beach…” I said.


“Isn’t it beautiful?” Mom said while entering the balcony with a towel in her hand.She was rubbing her wet hair with that towel.She had changed into a loose t-shirt and pants.


“How can you guys spend a whole day at Baga?” Dad asked mom, rather he was taunting her with an expression of disgust.


“Hahah….It was pretty boring though. But we were with that family.We couldn’t decide where to go and when to return.” She said while standing near to the railing of the balcony in front of dad’s chair.


Boring? That was weird. We had fun and she seemed excited while playing volleyball or doing Jet ski.May be that Calangute part was boring for her as it was indeed boring for me too. But she was wrong about the first half of the day. I thought.


“How were these people?” Dad asked mom while sipping his coffee.
“Weird” She replied.


Dad looked at her with questioning eyes.


“Nidhi is nice. Talkative girl. She feels inferiority complex due to her weight.Sumit was decent. Nidhi asked me a lot about the problem of her son.He is hyperactive and she is so frustrated.” Mom continued.


“And that guy, Pratap?” Dad asked her nonchalantly.


“Typical Indian old uncle.” Mom replied while smiling.


“But Bittu had a lot of fun with him.He took Bittu very far in the water.” Mom said.


“Yes dad, we went as deep as my neck. Then we did dips in the water when a wave came. It was fun.” I explained to him how we had gone to the water and had fun there.


“Ohhh...Why did you allow him to go with that guy?” Dad asked mom.


“It’s ok. He knows how to swim and he was holding Aman’s hand all of the time.” mom replied.


“Dad, did you take leaves from tomorrow?”  I asked dad.


“No. I have to go tomorrow as we have an important video conference with the company’s CEO and the construction of the project is really in an important phase now. But I’m planning to take leave the day after tomorrow.” Dad replied.


It was very disappointing to me. 


“What will we do tomorrow?” Mom asked dad.


“You can go to Candolim.I will come in the afternoon.Then we will go somewhere, maybe Panjim.” He said. 


I would rather like to stay in the room itself and watch the TV all day than going to Candolim, I thought.I expected a week full of fun with mom and dad in Goa.Instead it was turning out as boring vacation with dad working and we ,nowhere to go except nearby Candolim. I was regretting why I insisted so much to go there.


Mom and dad talked about their family and other trivial things that night. Instead of going to the restaurant, dad ordered food in the room itself and we had dinner while sitting on the bed.It was the end of day 2.