Chapter 49: Uphaar
Sameer tied the shoe laces of his sneakers and ran down the steps. The park was relatively quiet. No children on the swings; it was a school day. A group of elderly men argued politics, sitting together on a cluster of wooden benches. Jogging on the walking track that weaved its way through the park, Sameer waved to the bald guy with the A.K. Hangal look he saw often. With the sun glinting on his pate today, he looked luminous, like a light bulb.
"Late today?" Hangal shouted to him, waving back.
Some of the flowers were in bloom; the scent of spring was in the air. The Sweet-Williams flowerbed was vibrant with colors purple, magenta, white, red in a mad collision. He passed a patch of rose bush, where delicate pink buds of roses had started to appear. The evergreen shrubs that encircle the grassy area of the park had red tips that look like flowers from distance.