The memories of Goa.

Lot of things happen in our life. Some happy things and some sad. From my own experience the sad things hurt as trauma but they never help me to understand life. But the happiest things and moments always fix with the blood and they become sweet memories after the days gone. They teach me to understand humanity, kind and the value of human being. It is different by people but as an individual I feel like addicted by them. Most of the memories I spend with my family, i can can keep remembering them and able to talk about them with the members.

Sometimes some memories are really hard to talk with or hard to share with others because of the distance and the hustle of our time schedule. But it is always possible to write about them and it will heal the imperfectness of sharing. These are the fictions of my days in Goa. The days I spent in Goa always important and impossible to forget because that was my first international visit and my First international art festival in my life. The variety of friends I met inspired me to learn good things. They are friends …they became family…