Life feels like a kaleidoscope of colors and fabrics, textures and sounds. So much of life here in Goa is lived in living color.
The northeast and its chic black is miles across oceans and through airports, a world away from color.
This area is new for me, yet feels so similar to the memories of the heart and soul with its vibrant colors, sights, and sounds– all the things that those of us who grew up in the east miss so much in our western world of efficient grey.
This kaleidoscope of color feels like it brings a flash of light and hope to seemingly desperate situations. Is it an illusion?
I don’t know.
All I know is this: I love the colors.