Far from the bright lights, we found wonder. A reservoir, just outside Bangalore held twisty roads and open horizons. A deepening sunset and sense of being free. A bewitched evening if there ever was one. The car grew four human heads and four human torsos. Four human heads and four human torsos, hanging out of each window. Face upturned to the wind, smiles streaming behind in their wake.
Happiness was ours to take. And for those brief moments, we did. By a parched reservoir that probably might never live beyond a couple of sunsets; a reservoir that probably held more memories than it held water.