Sunday was a timeless one. I could've been 22, 25, or in the present, living out the same Sunday. It started on the bike, and peaked between the fifth and eighth hour of the day. It was a long break since the last I'd been out on a bike. Delhi, however, easily grows back on me, now that I have indexed it well, and it takes only a while out there, to get back into enjoying the city.
It was a small loop, to Rajpath and back. The sea of humanity along Rajpath / India Gate was touching. Some activity groups noticed: Cyclists, Runners, Skaters, Motorbikers. It was surprising to not see any Yoga groups, now that Yoga has been endorsed to epic levels. A Sunday feature are Segways, offloaded from minivans, for the tourist or for a demo to prospective clients - this being the only place I've seen them in action. I can think of our bird sanctuaries doing with a few Segways. The lawns either side of Rajpath were still lined with pockets of floral blooms - yellow, white, magenta like an artist's dab of the brush.
I wiled some time at the lawns before heading back. There was a injured pigeon spotted earlier, which was unfortunately missing on the way back (or fortunately?). Rajpath sees injured birds often ending up there, maybe the open lawns giving them visibility (as against cover of the urban canopy). I could imagine riding out with bag with a bird compartment, which could come handy for such situations, alongwith a short detour to the Jain Bird Hospital at Lal Qila (in Old Delhi). Felt like asking the kids out for a game of Football, but didn't and instead kept it for later. Also, first time I went up a tree upside down.
Back home, the day was about evading boss and alleviating other similar afflictions. Studied a bit. Slept a good while. Each of the days are colorful ways of plays of reality (even in the imagination) but the progress of time keeps me jittery.
It was a small loop, to Rajpath and back. The sea of humanity along Rajpath / India Gate was touching. Some activity groups noticed: Cyclists, Runners, Skaters, Motorbikers. It was surprising to not see any Yoga groups, now that Yoga has been endorsed to epic levels. A Sunday feature are Segways, offloaded from minivans, for the tourist or for a demo to prospective clients - this being the only place I've seen them in action. I can think of our bird sanctuaries doing with a few Segways. The lawns either side of Rajpath were still lined with pockets of floral blooms - yellow, white, magenta like an artist's dab of the brush.
I wiled some time at the lawns before heading back. There was a injured pigeon spotted earlier, which was unfortunately missing on the way back (or fortunately?). Rajpath sees injured birds often ending up there, maybe the open lawns giving them visibility (as against cover of the urban canopy). I could imagine riding out with bag with a bird compartment, which could come handy for such situations, alongwith a short detour to the Jain Bird Hospital at Lal Qila (in Old Delhi). Felt like asking the kids out for a game of Football, but didn't and instead kept it for later. Also, first time I went up a tree upside down.
Back home, the day was about evading boss and alleviating other similar afflictions. Studied a bit. Slept a good while. Each of the days are colorful ways of plays of reality (even in the imagination) but the progress of time keeps me jittery.
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