Where do I even begin with Goa? Or Anjuna Beach to be exact. Originally I had been underwhelmed by what I had experienced of India and Goa but as I am back home sitting comfortably at my desk back home in Arizona, I can’t help but feel myself thinking fondly of India. I’m lying it’s not just fondly thinking of India more so craving. The feeling of “did that just really happen?” has been crossing my mind all week since I’ve been home recovering from jet lag. Every ounce of me is trying not get back on the plane and book the next ticket to Mumbai. What is this magnetic feeling India has on me? What is it about the country that is so mesmerizing? What is it that you feel as though you truly are in another world? The energy is unfamiliar yet mesmerizing. For me it was too much but now that I stopped denying my feelings for the country I have accepted the beautiful chaos that this country contains and everything I have been avoiding.

Let’s just say there is some kind of short story in the making.

♥Nightmares on Wax- Damn♥


Published by asdzaabeat

Amber McCrary is a Diné zinester, feminist and writer. She was born in Tuba City, Arizona (Diné Bikeyah) and raised in the Reservation bordertown of Flagstaff, Arizona. In the small town of Flagstaff is where she discovered her love for Punk Rock and the Do it Yourself Culture. She received her Bachelor of Arts in Political Science with a minor in American Indian Studies from Arizona State University. She is currently an MFA candidate in the Creative Writing Program at Mils College. She enjoys many things in life such as tea, traveling, writing, reading, sulking, gardening, eating, smashing the patriarchy and learning about cultures and her own (Navajo/Diné). She currently lives in Oakland, California. Her work has appeared in Yellow Medicine Review, Bluestockings Magazine, Cloudthroat magazine, 580 split, Warship Zine and the Introduction to Women's, Gender, and Sexuality Studies: Interdisciplinary and Intersectional Approaches 1st Edition.

One thought on “Goa.

  1. Wow, that is exactly what I felt when I returned from India. My trip was in 2010. I was there for my best friend’s wedding. Her family is originally from Goa. I long to return.


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