I look into the mirror whilst brushing my teeth, my face all blurry, my extensively myopic (you see, hyper wouldn't have worked here) eyes a living testimony as to why you shouldn't read in the dark. Changing quickly, I walk down to the tracks. And I run. Without music. Without halts. My heart pumping--at first pounding-- steadily in my body, the strength of the muscles amazing me once again. My huffs become my rhythm; the sound of my beating heart, my music. For once I think of nothing-- nothing but the fall of my feet on the ground,the path of my breath down my throat and the sound of the koyal in the distance. Nothing but the fading blue of the early morning sky. Feel the burn, they said. Well I felt it, doused it in oil and lit it up again.