Run on a Sunday


I have now made this a habit, a way of life.

No, not for any athletic recognition (I am far from it) or to indulge in competitive mayhem. I just want to make sure I am fit enough to get up at 3 am, reach the destination at 4 am, sprint around for 10 kms, come back alive, feel famished and grab that sumptuous breakfast waiting for you once you have done the honours and collected the medals. Well, that’s accomplishment in itself and Sunday morning done right, just about.

Cheers!

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Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold.

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