And we’re back…


…after three nights and four days at Goa. Kindly excuse me while I sigh long and deep in remembrance of a holiday which was more than a mere holiday. A holiday, which was, as I would dare believe, the mental equivalent of a carwash. You know, you go in all grimy and greasy and dirt spattered (and vomit spattered too, given the child got hit by a violent bout of carsickness enroute and insisted on being in mamma’s lap each and everytime) and emerge, scrubbed, polished, waxed (not literally, I had waxed before we left Mumbai shores), and gleaming. And tanned of course. This despite the bucketloads of sunscreens of varying strengths and prices one had carried along. But this time round the tan was not quite so intense. What also helped is that one was fastidious about slathering on sunblock. SPF 60 if you must know. And a cap and keeping out of the sun also helped. Yes, yes. The remembrance of the tan from the previous trip that had me looking like someone’s hired help kept me on the straight and narrow, and never stepping out without the hat.


We drove down from Mumbai to Goa, leaving at the unearthly hour of 4.30 am. Don’t ask. The spouse loves to drive. He has done Mumbai-Chennai, Mumbai-Bangalore, Mumbai-Cochin, and not once or twice. Times more often than I have fingers to count. Before the child happened, we would look at each other and say, “Lets go.” Throw a handful of clothes into a duffel bag and drive off into the sunrise. It was fun. Also neither of us suffers from car sickness. And we have iron clad guts, which have been seasoned and tempered by much eating off the streets and drinking water straight from taps and from roadside NH highway dhabas. Which was a major factor to be taken into consideration. Washing sick off clothes once one lands at fabulous hotel with fabulous rooms and fabulous bathroom with no provision for washing clothes is not a happy situation to be. Especially when the child who has regurgitated the contents of his stomach on you, approximately four times, with enough accuracy to deposit half of said contents into freshly washed hair, is now happily splashing in the pool with the spouse leaving you to do housemaid duty. We reached in time for lunch. Buffet lunch if you must know. A spread that had me want to sell my soul then and there for the ability to live there in that restaurant forever till my dying day. Pity no one’s offering to buy.


Anyway. Coming to the moot point of interest. We had booked an all meals package. And that, as any kind reader would realize, means that every meal is a buffet. A huge, tempting buffet. With miles and miles of dishes that one absolutely had to try out, and friendly chefs working their magic on the other side of said buffet counter telling us helpfully about the intricacies of each dish when one looked puzzled and wondered if that was quite enough or should one take the overheaped plate on a trolley to the table or rish walking into innocent folks given that one wouldn’t be able to see over the pile of food one had layered on in sheer greed. Which in turn means I ate enough to have to call for the golf buggy used to ferry selves around the resort to ferry myself from my table to the buffet for further servings. Kept thinking it was a good thing I gave up all pretences at going vegetarian before I landed up in Goa. I actually empathized with the lack of appetizing variety available for the vegetarian audience and moued that life was so cruel, while pouring down animals prepared in every possible variety down my gullet. I ate breakfast. Then I lounged around, fed to the gills, and unable to lift a muscle. Then I dragged myself down stairs at lunch time and topped off the stomach to keep the fullness to level and then had to splay out near the pool unable to even contemplate making my way back to the room. By evening when some digestion had happened and one felt that moving self would not be hazardous to one’s longevity, I would manage to go around checking out the fabulous works of art on the walls of the resort and the wonderful décor, wondering of course, in loud and audible tones as to how the hotel had the courage to keep white upholstery in the lobby and apart from Scotchguard and high budgets allowing continual changing of covers what was the secret that kept white white given I’ve managed to ruin even black leather sofas in my home.


Some person’s idea of a cruel joke was a state of the art weighing scale kept right at the entrance to the room so one could weigh oneself in privacy after every meal and hope the toughened glass of said scale didn’t shatter under ones feet when one hauled oneself on. Of course, this exercise was conducted when the spouse was not anywhere in the vicinity to have his sniggering in the background distracting me from the task of squinting at the hieroglyphs the weighing scale would display. Let me just say that I am now half a kilo away from the weight I weighed in at full term, just before they wheeled me into the operating theatre to cut me up and pull out the three and a half kilo child from me. Adding insult to injury were the Twiggys all around me sashaying around in itsy bitsy clothes looking like they didn’t know the spelling of the word cellulite it not being a word contained in their dictionary, while one ensured that the area between waist and knee was covered at any time given its propensity to move in directions independent of the rest of the body.


Yes, I will begin that diet and exercise programme tomorrow. I cross my heart and swear to die. I so need to be able to fit completely into a mirror and not see sides of me trimmed off the reflection.


About Kiran Manral

Kiran Manral published her first book, The Reluctant Detective in 2011. Since then, she has published eight books across genres till date. Her books include romance and chicklit with Once Upon A Crush (2014), All Aboard (2015), Saving Maya (2017); horror with The Face at the Window (2016) and nonfiction with Karmic Kids (2015), A Boy’s Guide to Growing Up (2016) and True Love Stories (2017). Her short stories have been published on Juggernaut, in magazines like Verve and Cosmopolitan, and have been part of anthologies like Chicken Soup for the Soul, Have a Safe Journey (2017) and Boo (2017). Her articles and columns have appeared in the Times of India, Tehelka, DNA, Yowoto, Shethepeople, New Woman, Femina, Verve, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Conde Nast Traveller, DB Post, The Telegraph, the Asian Age, iDiva, TheDailyO and more. She was shortlisted for the Femina Women Awards 2017 for Literary Contribution. She is a TEDx speaker and a mentor with Vital Voices Global Mentoring Walk 2017.
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21 Responses to And we’re back…

  1. Suki says:

    “Car wash”. Speaks volumes.
    Hope you’re feeling all fresh and clean and totally your glam self now!


  2. aneela says:

    damn i see the resemblance…remind me to run a DNA test next time Im in Mumbai.


  3. Sunita says:

    What tummy are you talking about?? There is no tummy anywhere in that snap. You look lovely.


  4. Aathira says:

    Where cellulite??? I seee none.


  5. Mumbai Diva says:

    this is bad. very bad. all this reading about holidays in goa. i need to go to goa now….or anywhere…for holiday.


  6. Lakshmi says:

    Sooo cute , especially the last pic. Where you got that top?


  7. Sue says:

    I want me some of that buffet.



  8. Meira says:

    *sets reminder to never let husband read this blog*
    forgive me, he gets these wild ideas about long drives, you see. I’ve been convincing him they’re impossible. Specially because there is a high possibility of him leaving wife at the steering and going off to sleep himself!
    Lovely pics. Buffet …aaaah:)


  9. BlueMist says:

    Where is the fat in the lady you were talking last time. there is none 🙂


  10. Childwoman says:

    You look like a goddess!! The photos are lovely. Vacation can do wonders to the mind and the soul..! And as usual, the post had me in splits! You rock!


  11. aniruddhapathak says:

    Lovley post, you made me hungry in the middle of reading the post 😛


  12. shilpadesh says:

    That pic in the white top! Yummy mummy!


  13. Ersa says:

    Nice pics, Kiran…Good to know you had a nice holiday !


  14. jaya says:

    why the hell do you say “i am fat all the time” such lies


  15. Gigi says:

    Are you the kind who secretly figures out other women’s dress size after giving them the once over?
    I’d be too psyched to encounter you! Stop complaining about your abs and physique/figure! 🙂


  16. Chanda says:

    FAT????????? WHERE????????

    Are you fishing for compliments by being negative about your weight???


  17. Kiran Manral says:

    Suki: Yup, fresh and clean many times over now.

    Aneela: You must. We need to get to the bottom of this. I have some long out of touch cousins in Karachi you know…

    Sunita: 🙂 Thankee.

    Aathira: Hidden inside them harem pants.

    Lakshmi: From fat deposits and mammary glands…LOL. Seriously though. Bangkok.

    Sue: I do too!

    Meira: Thank God I dont drive. I would drop off to sleep at the wheel.

    BlueMist: She’s right here typing this out.

    Childwoman: 🙂 lol. You do good things to my ego girl!

    Aniruddhapathak: I’m having buffet withdrawal pangs.

    Shilpadesh: Thankee. 🙂

    Ersa: Thanks dear, we had a blast.

    Jaya: Well. Could be because I’m supposed to be around 6 to eight kilos below my current weight for my height…

    Gigi: I’m the kind of woman who runs into the bathroom and cowers when encountering perfect reed thin women.

    Chanda: Believe you me, its right there…have just posted up the most flattering pics.


  18. Ronnie says:

    Oh, he looks SO much like his dad!


  19. Ronnie says:

    Oh, he looks SO much like his dad! 🙂
    I dream of kids who look a lot like their dad, so I see a glimpse of him everytime I look at them.
    Nice,You have had a lovely vacation.Goa has this thing to relax you the moment you set foot, isnt it?SIGH!!


  20. anna says:

    what a nice pic! so glad you had a good break. i have no idea what you may have looked like prior to this great weight gain you talk about, but you sure do look lovely. both inside (from your writings) and outside (pic is evidence enough). stay well.


  21. v says:

    hey, the resort looks lovely…which one is it?
    and i agree..for all your description, i dont see all that much “lard” *lol*…you fishing?


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