Riding Good

Goa


Many years ago my friend had a
home where this road ends on the banks of a large river.

Once in a while, on early
mornings or quiet afternoons, I would find myself on this road, riding the silence while coconut palms converged over me even as others parted to allow me a ride through the stillness, breaching the quiet of a Goan countryside.



I never looked back to see the
tall