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Naaval Pazham or The tree of memories. Its night; Dark and cold. Soon my wife Neetha came, embraced me inside her. I relaxed my head on her hair. She moved her hands through my hair on chest. I raised my head slightly and took the cigarette from my lips and moved into her hands.
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Some random thoughts in my head. Which I hope will make some sense in the end . My tryst with Pune Running. And then the dip started. The days I used to run, I felt really good and the days I did not run, I knew there was something amiss. But still when the alarm bell rang, I would find imaginary excuses to keep me in bed. This was the end of my running journey I thought. How could I motivate myself to wake up at 6.