Bury me here

                                                             “If I ever die, bury me here.”

             “Dedicated to Marina, for the similarities we hold. May you Rest in Peace.”

If there would ever come, a moment of true, explicit happiness, the one that follows an overpowering sense of achievement, there would be music. It would resound in my ears and make me feel numb. But there would most definitely be music.

What would the achievement be though?

A day with feet deep in water and smiles on our faces

A night out in the town, with moving lights reflecting our laughter

A journey where we stood on the gates- fearless and carefree, the cold wind hitting our smiling faces.

That day we laughed so hard that it seemed difficult to even breathe later.

A night we shouted our minds out, loud and clear in the distance.

That evening on the wheels where education was discussed, and boy did we learn!

That afternoon we broke the light and ran for our lives, laughing, only to return later, a tad bit sober.

There was music. All those sleepless nights when we talked until it was morning, and all those mornings when we talked of everything and nothing. There were no paychecks, only bills. No promises of Porches and Tom Ford(s). No delicate cuisines, no exquisite locations.

But in all those moments, there was music. And in all those moments, I lived- explicitly happy.