Well, that was my week with my parents. My best time each day was waking up at 4:30 to sit with my parents for a couple of hours in our garden. Drinking tea, watching the daybreak, enjoying the flowers, occasional question and answer but mostly quiet – just enjoying each other’s company. No doubt we were all wondering how many more such days we will have. The loudest conversations, indeed, were the silent ones.
Dad is suitably impressed by iPhone. he is astounded that the piddly device can show the route to my sisters house (gps), show the current temperature, stock price, news satellite picture of his village and so on. But he is disappointed that I do not know what the “I” stands for in iPhone. He thinks I am covering up my ignorance by saying it does not stand for anything
Tomorrow’s project: run to a small neighborhood to follow up on a clue I found tonight. Trying to locate a friend from my first grade… Hoping the neighbors won’t shut their doors on a shaven-head madcap in shorts running aimlessly in small streets. That sight has to be only as common as orderly traffic on indian roads… Arghya Sengupta, if you remember me from Mrs. Shastri’s class, here I come tomorrow…
Finally, I understood my dad’s deep rooted disdain for my running. Why don’t you play soccer or tennis he asked. Why, what’s wrong with running, I asked. Pat came the answer – because you are not having to beat anybody! I think he still thinks of me as the school kid who has to beat everybody to the first rank!!!!
Found an ultimate solution to the dog-chasing-runner problem. Pick the hottest time of the day with near saturation humidity to go for the run. The dogs refused to get out from the shades of the trees. One or two reluctantly gave a bark but that too with one eye open and chin still resting on the front paw 🙂 On the flip side, that was an extremely draining 7K run…