The pic is of the place I run to most often.
A book and a nimbu-pani or a doughnut.
Sometimes, its about being by yourself.
At times, its about getting away from others.
Sometimes, it just about being home-sick.
It started on a certain afternoon on my way back from work. I didnt feel like going back home just yet. The move to the new city had robbed me of familiar places and people. As I got nearer and nearer to home, I thought hard about what I could do, where I could go, who I could call. Somewhere in my memory was this place I had fleetingly visited. Do you have places like this you run to?