One old gentleman in my taxi last week tapped his stopwatch on his knee, explaining how his grandson runs the 5000m. “It’s not a sprint, beta, it is a calculation with lungs,” he said. Listening, I thought of my own evening walks by the Damodar—how my pace always finds its own rhythm, a steady split against the fading light.
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