We reached Nehru Park when it was already teeming with runners. It was still dawn though, the spring light seeping through trees and sky.
As I was pulling up, I said that we hadn’t seen Gokul in a while. When we stepped out to begin, there he was. Wonderful providence.
We ran together for most of the run talking, catching up, three of us in step with each other.
At the end, the young boy and I did the last two kilometres and rounded up a beautiful spring morning together.
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