Friday 18th December 1992. Vagator Beach. Self built hut.Goa.

“I hate birthdays. A ‘special’day that I feel forced to enjoy in a ‘special’ way. More like the passing of another year, forced to mourn. But this is the day I become 24 and I choose to spend it in my space. Slowly, slowly, in my hut, in my sari and tonight I will build a fire. Hopefully some other guys will join me, but happy either way. There is a party tonight. A super-holiday from life’s realities. (it is just a rumour at the bar, perhaps it’ll go off Sunday instead.) A floating day.”

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