At home

When I woke up, it was already sunrise. My sister Roshini had messaged if I was awake and if we could put in a short run together.

I swung out of bed with some reluctance, my body aching with tiredness, perhaps from the long drives yesterday. But a run sounded most tempting. The perfect antidote to lethargy.

And so we ran. Up and down. We talked for the most part, moving from conversation to conversation. At one point I announced the number of rounds remaining. Not helping, she replied.

When we finished, we fist bumped and knew we were thinking the same thing: we were glad we got it done together.