Yesterday it rained and washed away the dust, grime and pollution of the New Delhi Region. Or at least the parts of Delhi and Gurgaon that I visit.
When I woke up in the morning, I peeked out and to my delight and surprise, it was absolutely clear of the fog of the previous days. The air was fresh with next to no pollution.
I reached an empty track – no one had come assuming heavy rain. It was a long time on feet and it was going to be a long, lonely morning.
But Coach Ravi. White helmet in hand, the omnipresent red sweatshirt arrived and gave me company every few laps.
Fresh air over a bit of boredom. Absolutely. Coach Ravi at the track. What else could a better morning look like.
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