Goa in the monsoon is a whole other tropical universe – lush paddies, deserted beaches, flowing backwaters, so much to love. A few days ago, I reluctantly bid adieu to Goa, and followed my heart to Kumaon. As I snuggle up in a cosy room in what was once a hippie town near Binsar, I reminisce about my time in the hinterlands of Goa. Whizzing around the lush green landscapes of a Goan village, the cool breeze in my hair, a light drizzle splashing off my face and the salty aroma of the sea breeze. Goa in the monsoon made me feel a sense of liberation that I’ve tried to capture in this photo essay: WHIZZING AROUND GOA ON MY BIKE  With the wind in my hair, and lush green fields swaying in the backdrop. SOAKING IN THE SERENITY OF GOA’s BACKWATERS watching men fish, smoke and socialize. CRUISING THROUGH GOA’S RIVERINE BACKWATERS  with my host from Cancio’s House, on a speed boat. Definitely Goa’s best kept secret. GOA IN THE MONSOON SPECIAL: MR CROC, …