After last night’s sensory overload, it was nice to be once again at the beach for a run. I am no holier than thou, nor am I any “Doodh ka dula hua”, but somehow Bangla Street seemed to have shaken me. Not knowing where to look and what to look at, it took the beach to help me calm down my nerves (and no... this was not a cultural shock). So it felt right running on the beach once again.
Running against the emerald green sea, the blue skies with its swirling clouds, with the misty mountains in the background, and on clean beaches, it had everything a Runner could ask for.
The people on the beach had no care for the surrounding... they were in their bikini tops, speedos, neon tops and shoes, bear chested and string bikinis, they just didn’t care (by now in india they would have attracted a crowd of oglers and would have been booked for indecency). They were just busy doing their stuff, running, heading into the se, clicking photograph.
Running felt good and liberating, letting go of the pain, indecisiveness, overthinking, behind.
And so it begins the start of day two of the vacation.
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