Today because of the race day tomorrow, I didn’t run. That and because I slept unusually late last night.
But I did walk, here and there, once again amongst the gardens and lawns of Sunder Nursery.
It was a sight to see, hundreds of families, enjoying the winter sun, their picnic spreads laid out, a public park offering us possibilities of joy, shared and common.
Light bounced on the lake, lightly, as if skipping through us, past us and beyond, from sunshine to sunshine.
Writing about Running 