that slow whirl of the fan directly above my bed was the first sound i heard as i woke up… it felt familiar, but i felt disoriented. i scrunched my eyes, closed them to dull my ‘am-awake-lets-go’ over-active morning senses and heard my brain ask, “where am i?” rarely do i stay in a hotel that resembles my space in aesthetics and vibe so much that … Continue reading mitaroy, panjim goa