And then down the road. On this road that I’ve run dozens of times. Not that it’s been very long but it felt like that today running with Gaju and Coach Ravi riding by our side on his trusty white scooter.
We set off at an easy pace and quickly locked into a rhythm. There was barely any talking but it felt like hanging out with old friends – feet thumping, breath moving, the sun rising.
A dead bird, plenty of frisky dogs, early morning commuters, buses, security guards switching shifts, food vendors making their way with pushcarts and large vessels – just another morning in Gurgaon for all of us.
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