Track sprinters with their explosive bursts in the velodrome remind me of the pilot boat coming alongside in a rough port—all quick, precise fury. The road riders with their long, quiet suffering, that’s the deep sea transit, just you and the horizon for days. I understand both; my life is made of sudden reunions in Kochi and the long haul back out, watching the new bridge get taller each time from the deck.
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