March was my first visit of 2008 to Goa. The connection I felt planted a seed of a plan in my mind. Can I build a get away home here? Can it become a retirement project? Could there be, a longshot, even an earning opportunity from it? I was dreaming, as I so often do. I trawled the net and determinedly called up a real estate agent in Goa. Requirements and prices were discussed and he appeared to be on my wavelength too. I was to be in Goa again soon, what luck, and we fixed up a meeting. I sneaked away from what I was supposed to be doing in Goa and like lovers keeping a tryst, met up in a breezy cafe in Colva.
Nice meeting, but nothing came out of it. I came to know the going prices and practical difficulties of buying a land in Goa.
I came back to Bombay and expressed my longing in Facebook. An old friend saw the post and responded with a contact of an aquaintance. I called.
Listen, said our man in Goa, I have something. This is the price. Better hurry.
God be praised, I could just about afford it!
Things started snowballing from there on. I got in another interested friend and he pulled in some more and ...
To cut a long story short, avoiding the twist and turns and glossing over the desperate moments, 3 months down the line we bought the land. Small plots in a small village deep south of Goa.
I feel kind of contented.
So Rhonda Byrne is bang on with The Secret. If you are transmitting a desire and intent, it happens. Looking back, it has happened more than once with me. I just wrote it down for the
first time.
