As I drove out of my house, I called Coach Ravi. Was he at the track? Yes. Was Gaju around? Yes. Would they be up for a run on the road? Yes.
What else could I ask for. I met Gaju, some of the other kids and Coach Ravi in the parking lot.
Off we went down the familiar roads for an easy ten kilometres. Although, I haven’t been here for about a month, everything of course was just the same. The vendors, the morning folks going about walks or errands. The Ubers, vans, cars, rickshaws and all manner of traffic. Gaju remarked that the road looked wider. Indeed, we saw that the median had been shorn of bushes and trees.
When I was driving home, the morning light looked different. That smudged manner of winter light was already in the air.
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