When I entered the apartment-styled villa at Coco Shambhala, T.S. Eliot's words, "We cannot think of a time that is oceanless," came rushing at me. I started my journey to Shambhala on an especially rainy morning after landing at the newly-built North Goa airport. A few kilometres from the Maharashtra-Goa border, the way to Shambhala comprises undulating one-way roads with hapus (Alphonso) and cashew fields closing in. The dense jungles of Sindhudurg district, which share a border with Radhanagari Wildlife Sanctuary, would remind you of Congolian rainforests. And if you feel the grass is greener in Sindhudurg, it surely extends beyond the rhetoric.
