Chacha

Because of a late night, I ran at home. The sun was barely peeking through the trees. It felt good. I had done this during the pandemic and I knew how lucky I was to be able to keep up the routine as much as was possible.

I remember thinking that it was a glorious September, albeit hot morning.

Afterwards there was a reasonably quick and medium-hard workout. Hopefully the sweat took care of some of last night’s overeating. Careless, wolfing without reason.

At any rate, the day had started well.

Later, when I heard the news about my Chacha, I thought about the sportsperson he was, the encouragement he gave me, and that he ran a proud, large, woodworking factory.

Sunken cheekbones and rail thin, I still like to think of him as handsome. Deepak Vadehra, India number 1, Table Tennis.