A dream called New York

Thu, 25 Jun 2026 11:41:52 +0000

Beauty of Goa woke up slowly beneath a sky painted in shades of gold and blue. The morning breeze drifted in from the Arabian Sea, carrying the scent of salt and blooming frangipani through the open balcony doors. Palm trees swayed lazily, their leaves dancing to a melody only nature could hear.