My friend Varun has experienced extremely pointed moments of growth. One such occasion was 4th April 2023, when Varun took charge of procuring happiness for the trip. This is my journal entry from that day!
So,
I am in Goa talking to all sorts of folks. Yesterday felt like victory. As you are already aware, my main mission for being here this time is to travel the different spaces…… inside my mind. I am here to be a soul surfer. And while this is possible via hermitic nonsense like Yoga & meditation, I embrace my inner laziness and touch the unholy nectar of synthetic psilocybin.
Procuring it was unusually difficult this time. Goan angels flew too close to the sun last year and now they are hiding under the sea. As expected, only a few of them are to be found anywhere. However, through sheer determination and will, I was able to call someone who called someone, who called someone ad infinitum. Locking in on the price, I tasked my good friend Varun to be the groups mule.
About half an hour later, surely enough the angel arrived and stood under the banyan tree abutting a church, like the messenger of GOD that he was. Varun flew along with the angel on his two wheeled unicorn. This was Varun’s moment. It was his first time riding as a mule. I put him to the test intentionally. He had never done this before. He needed to make his bones.
Guess what? Varun came through with flying colors. As he described later, it was a bit clumsy but not in a bad way. The actual exchange of items and cash took place on the scooty itself, with the angel passing the parcel right beneath Varun’s crotch. Varun although a bit uncomfortable at first was utterly satisfied at the end. Isn’t that how it always feels, when someone strs]ange touches your crotch. Varun in his own words — “Never in my life did I think that I would have a man touch my balls and that I would have to pay him for it.” There! There! buddy — “haven’t we all thought that at some point in our lives?”
To the victor belong the spoils!
Regards,
Anish