Prelude to a Sunday

Feral children roam the streets. The ones that are alone press themselves against walls and duck behind parked cars, hoping not to be seen by neighbourhood gangs. Some are armed with seemingly innocuous plastic bags filled with a transparent liquid. Tiny, but in the right hands- deadly. Others strut around carrying weapons, with ammo strapped to their backs. The little uns fight their battles, while the old uns walk past, unthinking. Two days from now, they won't be able to ignore the mayhem.
Holi hai indeed!

How not to review books

A few books on running that I've been gifted. Thanks, N!

-What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami
"First Murakami I've read where nobody is obsessed about ironing or suicide"
Read this a year ago. It's very re-visitable. Murakami turns out to be just the kind focused, early-sleeping, successful runner I imagined him to be.

- Why we run- A natural history by Bernd Heinrich
"Most Misleading Book title and cover picture"
I expected a book in the manner of Dr Tatiana. Instead, I got a male German Jane Eyre becoming a runner at a Lowood-type school in New England, while discovering iridiscent beetles all over the place.

- Running and Philosophy- Michael Austin (ed)
"Why Kant I run after hitting a training Plato?"
Am running out of clever ways to characterize books. The book does what it says.