On a very regular evening, I met you by the sea.

So much was said and so much was left behind because I feared it would never come out as sincere as I would have liked it to. I remember removing my chappals and keeping them next to me and sitting with my knees drawn towards my stomach. Peace; that's what I felt. These feelings are hard to find, trust me. Not too many of us can sit back and find ourselves in a moment where we are at peace with everything.

I have this memory safely tucked away somewhere. In my head and in my writing.

On long tiring days, I open this memory and remember the time when I was so happy that nothing could have possibly ruined that. No matter what goes down in the future, I know that this memory will remain untouched; covered with happy images of the sea and you.