My Trysts With Life

Rudrapur: Panting my lungs out, I was on my way back from the morning jog (when kids start calling you uncle, you get that urge to stay fit!). One would not think of any significant thing to happen at this hour, but my dear old friend “Life” always has a small trick down its sleeve. I normally go to a local stadium near my place, which is frequented by a number of people. The road leading to the pathway is normally littered with all sorts of people- chatting midwives, young lads of CISF sweating it out, young ones running in groups, and “uncles” like me (alas!) who with their headphones in are running with an eye on their waistline. This daily routine was however disrupted today by a pleasingly unfamiliar sight- comprising a lady (possibly 25-26 by the looks of her), an old Sikh man (surely around 75) and a white coloured two wheeler. The young lady was apparently instructing something to her father apparently. He had the look of a man not too sure of what he was doing- and t