today after a long time, i suppose since my birth itself, i went for a morning jog .. of course i am not adding those bitter mornings when my dad urged me to.. this time i went of my own accord- mr. R was mainly behind this, he had been waking up at really ghastly hours, 3:30 am(almost worthy of being called midnight, i guess).. suddenly i developed a liking for my own body's well being while looking at the sunset yesterday- i was trying to respire deep and i found it extraordinarily difficult at that moment..so i voluntarily enrolled in R's morning list and started this historic habit , perhaps an ancient one- how many people before me woke up one morning feeling physically inadequate , i might never know...the divine revelations i acquired (?) during the jog i am yet to reveal.. for the moment i atleast caught hold of this boring piece to post , hence i thank R (he is making the apartment shake as he lifts those weights in the home made gym above, right now) and myself
