NIGHT MARKET ON ARAMBOL BEACH IN GOA (INDIA)

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NIGHT MARKET ON ARAMBOL BEACH IN GOA (INDIA)

The highlight of Arambol is the sandy beach surrounded by coconut trees and other tropical plants by the Indian Ocean.

Arambol is a paradise for hippies and whoever loves freedom. On the beach, people from all over the world and all walks of life enjoy swimming, playing badminton, doing yoga and exercise, playing the drum and other musical instruments, and dancing to the sound of the drums.

At sunset, knick-knacks vendors, tarot cards readers, someone who gives a special massage on the back, fortune tellers, healers and so on, set their cloth on the beach and try to sell their things.

Seeing the long line of vendors, I wanted to mingle with them and laid my cloth on the sand as well.

I displayed the books I had written. Even though I didn’t sell any book, joining the other vendors was an amazing experience for me. From my position on the sand I was able to see many kinds of people passing by, and above all, I admired the unique sunset of Arambol which marks the passing of time and of our life like a tick of a clock.

Ettore Grillo, author of these books:

– A Hidden Sicilian History

– The Vibrations of Words

-Travels of the Mind

http://www.amazon.com/author/ettoregrillo

LIFE IN INDIA

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Walking in the streets of Pune in India, I noticed a few peculiar things.
The small shops open every day. The New Year Day, Sunday and other holidays don’t exist for them. The small shopkeepers open their shops in the morning and close at night. They work for almost twelve hours non-stop. Many vendors use their carts to sell bananas and other kinds of fruit or vegetables. To them holidays are luxuries they cannot afford. These people are like lions in African savanna; everyday they have to hunt prey, otherwise they will starve.
In the street I saw a barber who set up his business in the sidewalk. His equipment was just a chair, a comb and scissors. At that moment he was cutting a customer’s hair.
While I was strolling, I stopped to watch a young man who set up his repair shop in the sidewalk. With a few tools he fixed bikes. He had a knack of his work, because he fixed the bikes very well and soon.
Besides these people I have mentioned above, there are many beggars in India. Whenever I come across beggars in the street, I ask myself whether it is correct to give them a little money or not. Why don’t they work like others? Anyway this is life. We are not the same. Sometimes it is better not to think much, giving up using our mind for a while and opening our heart.
Ettore Grillo author of these books:
– A Hidden Sicilian History
– The Vibrations of Words
-Travels of the Mind
http://www.amazon.com/author/ettoregrillo