It's good. It's Susegad.
No hurry and nothing to worry.

Close by, the river flows.
At a pace, even breath slows. 

There's something in the air.
Something beyond compare.

Maybe the people, the food,
or maybe just the mood.

Maybe the smiles
that stretch across miles.

I'm loving every bit of it.
Every moment of it.

Goa isn't a second home.
It's surely my first soul.