There are some real life anecdotes which I know for a fact I will narrate to my kids and my grandchildren. The following is one such. The story of bravery and sheer stupidity. One that never fails to amuse the listener and the narrator.

Not so long ago, five girls and two boys decided to take a break from event management and take off to Goa for 3 days. A tight budgeted affair as it was, allowed us to experience Goa on the Rocks. Right from the second-class train journey to the long wait on the Pune railway station shivering, just waiting for it to strike 8, so that we could take the bus back to the hills.

Having reached Goa and found cheap accommodation on Anjuna beach, our battle was half won. It was now for us to take off on our real adventure. At this point I have to tell you that I and my other friends belong to the east coast. And the Arabian Sea is something completely new to us.

And so when we see a huge water body, all we think of is ‘sunrise’. So the brave girls that we are, two of us woke up around 4, and proceeded towards the beach for the sunrise which we did not want to miss. With gingerly steps, we walked through a narrow, dingy lane that led to the beach fearing for our dear lives. All said and done, this was Anjuna, the very same Scarlet Keeling-Anjuna. Anything could happen, and nobody would ever get to know to come save us. But in all our bravery, we also took some precautions, on the beach we sat in the shadow of a small hoarding and while we sat there we scanned the whole beach for any hint movement and were ready to run, in case of a threat to dear life.

We sat in perfect attention for a long time, before we became a part of the environment of the beach and we no longer felt any threat. Slowly the beach started buzzing with activity. Men who came to do yoga, a couple who came for their morning walk, a man who came to drain his shop of the water that inundated his shack. They were all engaged in their business while we waited for the sun to rise from beyond the blue-green waves.

And wait we did.

The day only got brighter and there was no sight of the sun. It was 6. 00 am by now. That’s when realisation struck me, this was the West coast! And there are only sunsets here, not sunrises. With the sun behind us, we made phone calls to share the story of our bravery and stupidity, that was when my friend's father told her 'keep it low'.

Keep it low?! This was a story that would live on, a story of two girls finding sunrise in Goa. A closely guarded and well kept secret is now in the public forum.