I get off in the middle of a long, isolated road, with a body half hanging on one of my shoulders, and an arm stretched out on the other, slurring its words.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I assure the said body, repeatedly, as I try to walk her bare feet towards an empty plot, next to a house where we’d stopped our jeep in the wee hours of the morning. The other six women waiting for us to come back were trying hard to hide any emotion.
“It’s just motion-sickness. Sorry, guys,” slurred the seventh one as she settled back into the vehicle, hiding the real reason. “Nobody knows that you peed in the middle of the road, Aalu” I announced as I repeated “I won’t tell anyone,” to her as consolation. The group laughed mercilessly.
This was the first night of #Eightmoreshotsplease, an eight-member, women-only group on WhatsApp, in Goa. We’d arrived the previous night and settled into a beautiful villa, amidst the quaint lanes of Assagao in North Goa.