We woke up leisurely and made our way to Nehru Park. The roads were largely empty and we alternated music on the way.
From Don Giovanni to Rihanna to Def Leppard, it was a spate of music genres.
Because it was later in the morning already, and even as the traffic was low, we decided to run mostly in the park track instead of the usual Shanti Path loop.
A serene light filtered through the trees – the quality of light like a watercolour.
On the way back, the traffic had increased and I could see cars with families dressed up for Diwali. Perhaps they were going to relatives homes, exchanging gifts. I saw the twinkling of sequins and the glitter of makeup.
Perhaps shopping for flowers when I saw long lines of cars parked near the mandi.
The young boy and I, listening to Phil Collins, in our running clothes, were exactly where we belonged this Diwali.
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