Day 3 of our Goa bachelorette trip started in full “sleep is a myth” mode. I woke up with a super irritated nose because my allergic rhinitis got triggered (I’m pretty sure the club fog machine did it), so while everyone was sleeping, I was literally in the kitchen taking steam and sipping hot water like an aunty. We did a jugaadu breakfast at the BnB—bread, butter, mayo and coffee—and I also realized (again) that going to the beach too early is pointless because the sun is so harsh you can’t even open your eyes or click good photos. We got ready late, I had an outfit emergency (planned dress ki dori toot gayi), so I styled a backup look—and honestly it turned out cooler, plus my vacation nails finally matched. We planned Arambol but ended up at the super viral Café Antonio… and I’ll be real: I didn’t like it. It was loud, crowded, and way too close to the beach—waves were so harsh that we basically just clicked photos and left. But then we went café hopping and landed at Arjuna Café (same fam as Mojigao), and that place completely fixed my mood—vibes, aesthetic, food, everything was genuinely amazing. And the night at Titli? That’s the night we’ll tell our kids about. After all the dancing, we had this emotional moment where all of us cried because the first girl in our group is getting married—and it hit hard thinking we’ve come from school uniforms to this. Next morning was last-day chaos: beach one last time (I convinced everyone), quick shopping for souvenirs, a South-style McD stop, and the most delicious momos—then bye Goa.