I don’t know why I insist on running outdoors in the summer. Already at 6 a.m., Mumbai has started to swelter. But when the alarm goes off, my inner sadist meets my endorphin junkie, and feet find their way into running shoes. I grit my teeth before I close the front door behind me.
I can feel the heat sizzling up from the concrete even before I pick up pace, turning onto Marine Drive, a palm-tree-lined boulevard curving around the Arabian Sea in the southern part of this island city. The sun, deceptively hiding behind tall buildings, sends mean little rays to mark its territory on the otherwise shady boardwalk.
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