The keys in my back pocket jangled like a metronome. The sky seemed to change colours slowly. Or perhaps because I ran slow, I had more time to look up. Clouds like striations streaked across a still morning.
Today is Ashtami. The track is relatively empty. I’m told by Coach Ravi the kids are all off for their pujas and rituals.
They are all good kids, I think later. Seemingly, their life seems to revolve around track and a strict routine.
If auspicious days are to mean anything, then from my heart, I wish them only peace and happiness.
Writing about Running 