Arrey, here in Ahmedabad, they run marathons in 45 degrees if the chaiwallah nearby hasn't fainted yet. Official delay? Maybe if the asphalt starts melting like ghee. But for us morning walkers at the riverfront, the race is already lost when the air feels like a hot towel at 5 AM. My old knees and this city’s heat decided long ago that my only race is to the nearest shady peepal tree.
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