25 March 2016
This morning I got into the car and a casual glance at the passenger seat revealed that I had not mailed an envelope since Monday. So, changed my running route plans and put in a run to the post office from Starbucks – about two and a half miles each way…
… thereby earning the moniker “Runner” in two different languages simultaneously 🙂
This was probably the only run where I was hoping against hopes that it would NOT rain!!!
hate lonthon, kore thon ton….jonakira dea alo 🙂
Anindya, market-er ja obostha, haathey lonthon chhara upaay nei 🙂
Kakali, you should have heard the car keys in my pocket 🙂
Yeah, Ram! Paparazzi going “Postal” 🙂
Runner remains healthy too
Runner. Choleche. Khoborer. Boja. Nie. Amrakoborer. Asay. Roilam
Kakali – since I have no ghonta (bell), do you think I can apply for the No-bel prize? Maybe at least get a “runner”-up? 🙂
Accha Amar car key niye kaar ki ese gelo? 🙂
Kono jonaki alo dhorechhilo ki?
What a spirit.
Hatey Fitbit, chaabi khit mit,Atlantar aalo, Ma bhoi runner, Ponchas-e health Bhalo.
Ma bhoi Ma bhoi!!! 🙂
I love this piece and the comments too 🙂