Suprabhatam

In a quiet part of Nyaya Marg – in fact that road is always quiet on Sundays – strains of classical music wafted through the pleasant spring morning.

The young boy said, Papa, that is MS Subbulakshmi’s Suprabhatam.

He had heard it once – partly – the previous week on a drive early morning to the track. I was amazed that he recognised it. That I had not even noticed is of no compare – but there you had it.

At the same stretch we bumped into Prerna who chitchatted encouragingly with the young boy before we took off down the road, passing the American embassy, circling around, retracing our steps, and then down Shanti Path and back up to Niti Marg, waving at some of the regulars, including The Moonwalker to complete the run.

Before he came, I finished a slightly-toward-the-tempo side an effort with Shikha and now finished up at a good pace with the young boy.

Scrambled eggs, sourdough bread and juice at Fig rounded up a perfect Sunday morning.