I saw him coming from the opposite direction. A boy of about eleven-twelve years, maybe. He was running bare foot at a great speed, his lanky built swaying rhythmically. He was out of breathe. Although, there was a distance of few steps between us, I could see he was perspiring. He sat down, with his […]
Me, after my 37th Day. Morning runs are definitely better. I wish I could wake up early every single day. My paternal grandma would have been very proud. She always wanted me to become a ‘4-5am person’. “Xui thoka hiyale haan dhoribo nuware”, she used to tell me regularly.