This morning before leaving for Aurangabad, I reached fairly early at Nehru Park. It was dark down the road connecting Fortis, past Sanjay Van and the mysterious sounding institutions that populate the long slope to Ring Road.
Nearing the Qutub Institutional red light, I saw a girl riding pillion with a man (father? brother?) and god forbid, boyfriend. She was much too young. Much too young to be on a bike riding without a helmet at 5 AM.
Her straw blonde hair blew in wind even though she was most evidently Indian. Everything about her was Rihanna. When I tried to see them again in the rear view mirror, they were gone. Where to?
Meanwhile, on my second round of Shanti Path, a hazy blue sky pushed through the blackened sky. The intervals were secondary today; Rihanna on my mind.
Writing about Running 