Running with the alter ego
The rains had finally arrived and lashed the city with great fury. The waves crashing on the rocks was a mesmerising sight. It was a misty morning and I was out on my long run. The past few days had been stressful and I felt that a good run would be the best cure to all the troubles. The roads appeared desolated as the dark grey clouds hovered above. I could barely sight a soul. Splash splash I went,…