Gaju and I ran about five kilometres at the track and then with Coach Ravi on his scooter – a recurring theme these days – we took off towards Bakhtavar Chowk and straight on.
This neat line from the parking lot to the T point is exactly three kilometres. It never changes. It is just so. Sometimes I wonder if life should be like that too. Exactly predictable. But perhaps these are all the predictable waypoints that life needs.
A core workout rounded up the morning and prepared me for the day ahead.
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