Bonnet macaques reminded me how good it felt to laugh, to keep laughing in love. To make my love laugh. To let my laughter be from a place of love. The last thing I remember hearing that night was a distant meowing and chatter-like laughter, and I swear, somewhere in the backwaters of Kerala, those bonnet macaques are still having a good laugh over us—a couple trying to navigate that wild jungle, those even wilder early days of this thing called marriage.
