bordi / usgaon

there was no form of water body in the area that we (rupali, Prasad, chitra, ameya, sonal, shweta and i) did not get wet in. first it was the beach near goolkhush resort at bordi. black sand and muddy water did not stop any of us from slapping mud pies on each others shoulders and hair. shweta started it all. goolkhush is run by an eccentric parsi family who serves fabulous food irritably. the swimming pool in the compound was where we dipped ourselves next. the water was cold until you started swimming and then it rained. lying on your back as the rain hits your upturned face is divine. mutton for lunch, chicken for dinner. A walk through the town at night took us past open wood doors through which we saw deep green and blue interiors with televisions on. On the dark street silhouettes of conversations in verandahs.

omelettes for breakfast before which we had already finished another round of strokes in the pool. on the way back usgaon dam was overflowing. we swam in the lake and sat under the waterfall as the lake overflowed to the stream running through the center of the valley.

even after two days of intensive partying and holidaying the story did not end there as we drove directly to gyans house for a nice warm dinner party. i had to leave early though. my stomach was killing me and mukul was waiting.