The track is full these days. Perhaps Spring is still in the air this early in the morning.
The young boy warmed up with me and then moved on to his training. It was my first run of the week, an easy hour, time on feet.
Midway, my friend Gokul joined me and conversations in lane nine centred around work and ambition. I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately.
When we are on the way home, the sun is a giant ball of fire in the dawn sky, seen momentarily on MG road through leaves and pedestrian bridges on the Gurgaon side, before disappearing again. The city barely affords a view of the rising mass but the sky is slashed with blazing orange. The sun is there even if behind flyovers and housing developments.
I look at it again when we cross over into Delhi although in a short few minutes it is further up in the sky. Just yesterday it was a total eclipse in North America.
We make our way home and I do a quick core workout to begin the week.
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