This. Is. Utopia. Revisited.

A rainy evening in the narrow, secluded lanes of Yercaud. Forests on one side, and endless plantations on another. Unknown turns. No faces. Not a sound except Soldier Of Fortune playing so softly it seemed like someone was crooning in the distance. Not a street lamp on the road. The light from the car leading the way. The mild adrenaline rush at the prospect of getting lost in the wilderness. Not a word spoken between you and me.

And at that moment, I did not want any more from life. Just you. And me. And no words between us.

P.S. The pic has nothing to do with the post, I know. I just like the pic a lot :P