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I bought myself a pair of new running shoes. I won’t be doing much running for the moment but will eventually, Insh’allah. I had hurt the cartilage in my left knee four months back and since then, no exercises. Last year when I had started on my exercise program it had been after a gap of two years, so it took me many baby steps to reach the point where I had become a compulsive exercise-addict. I would go to the gym in the mornings, do the floor exercises at home in the early evenings and walking/running after sunset. I was enjoying the sweat, the adrenaline rush, and the happy-hormones, oh I use to feel so charged up and positive, perhaps exhilarated is the word! I lost 10 kilos without dieting, so that was super. Over the last couple of years, I had accumulated lots of kilos by not exercising and eating as if I were. Well, then Ramzan came and my knee got hurt towards the end of the month. So since then, I have been idle and counting calories, which makes me feel sad and not being able to dance as freely makes me feel even more down as its one of my favourite upper.

Now that I have got my new shoes, I can begin to hope to get back into shape although it will take m-o-n-t-h-s-s-s-s-s-s but then it will be fun! The shoes I wanted to buy were red and very stylish but they were bloody expensive, so I settled for something less expensive for the moment. They are white with a baby pink narrow strip along the sides, from the heel to the middle of the shoe. They are sweet-looking but not hot but well they are comfortable and will serve me well.

I went for a walk in them earlier in the evening. It was such a pleasure. There was the unexpected breeze, soft and cool, whistling, come away with me as it lifted my hair. There was the big, shiny new moon following me around, prompting me to tell him my secrets. Such a crafty creature he is, I am sure he knows the secrets of the entire neighborhood, even those of silver-haired Mrs. Ahuja and her edgy daughter. Somewhere, a cat was crying, everybody hurts, I told myself but then the sun will shine on a brand new day to the twittering-tittering of the birds and the kitty will find some little mouse before the night is over.