I swung my car towards the track for the longish time on feet run because I knew that at least there would be familiar faces, a familiar track – my home.
I didn’t feel like doing this run out on the road in Nehru Park on a weekday. Somewhat cold, possibly dreary, empty and of course in darkness.
Seeing the stadium lights and the silhouette of runners comforted me.
A few rounds into the run, many of the track gang joined me. When I asked how much they would do with me, they said most of it.
I was delighted. It is seldom that I have much company for the easy runs and the track gang are a very special kind of company.
Dipasha ran about ten kilometres with me. Suryansh and Ashwini ran nearly all of it. The older gentleman Mr PS Lamba ran a few kilometres but led the way, pacing us. Others weaved in and out.
We occupied the ninth and tenth lane curving round and round, counting it down.
Towards the end Suryansh said yeh ab pasand hai … 5,4,3,2,1 …
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