Love Letters ...

My short time in Goa was spent mostly on a beach called Colva. While wandering one morning, a guy came down from his restaurant to sell me on the place. You could use their beach chairs for the day as long as you ordered a drink or some food.

Day One:
I left there with a smile on my face and decided to go back the following day. Day two, the other guy that works in the place came down with another note plus a pen and a pad of paper.


I'd be surprised if Ganesh was a day over eighteen. Hours went by ... I swam, I ate, I read. As I was about to leave, Ganesh came running over to ask me why I didn't write back. I had to laugh. I told him it was because I wasn't in grade school and then proceeded to tell him that I am probably much older than he thinks. He didn't know exactly how to respond. I kindly thanked him and left, again, with a smile.