We set off immediately at a decent pace. The sky was just changing colours, the air was warm, but the environs of Nehru Park on a Sunday morning make up for all that. We ran mostly quiet, increasing pace and settling into a comfortable rhythm.
The young boy ran a fast paced three rounds totalling to just over eight kilometres.
I met Shikha and I continued on the run. By now, we both had run nearly the same distance and we had a similar goal for the day. We increased pace but not by much keeping it in the comfortable range.
At Nyaya Marg, somewhere in between the Canadian and Swiss embassies, it was just us, the sound of our feet and birdsong and the summer felt never better.
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