Running in a pack, steady, easy, simple living in lane nine is what we sometimes do best.
What started off as two runners, grew and then some, to perhaps eight to ten of us, shadows bounding, the stadium lights creating patterns and shapes across track lines.
I wanted to keep the run in control. I could see Ashwini wanted to press on into progressives. The silent language between runners familiar with each other.
Aaj easy, I said. I needn’t have. He could tell that today – at least for me – would remain in control.
There was some small talk. A bit of banter across the group. Monu was listening to music, periodically removing his ear phones to crack a joke or rib at someone.
The feel was joyous even as Suryansh or Dipasha or someone else would ask me aur kitna time.
If I could, time would at times stand still at this stadium.
Writing about Running 