Friends, music and a car. The perfect triquesta. This is what Suarez, Messi and Neymar would be, if they were metaphorized.

My veins bulge while screaming (singing) at the top of my voice along with my best pals. All that nature has to offer us whizzes past, in successive tableaus of scenic beauty. This is the quintessential feeling of togetherness that is perhaps only matched in sports.

Night.

I feel that I am in harmony with everything that surrounds me. The streetlights passes by in sync with the song as in a cliche. My friends crack jokes on one another only to pause and sing the chorus together.

I slow down my car and take in this moment. The yellowish glow of a street light scatters the darkness that envelops us . In a life marred with mistimings and lost opportunities, here is my streetlight. This machine, this music and two souls who I love.

To be encapsulated in steel and aluminium and derive joy would have been thought impossible by our forefathers. And yet here we are — happy, carefree, with the wind in our hair, sharing an unexplainable bond.