Day 3 in the mix

Things got pretty serious. My mother had been insisting I accompany  on her morning jogs and on these past two days I finally gave in. Which meant waking up at 5 am in the morning. No, it isn’t as fun as it sounds. Turns out a lot of moving is involved and the morning air hurts my face. Later, in another twist of events a cool/casual visit to the dentist turned important as I was prescribed an immediate root canal(operation?). So by the time I got out with a swollen lip and a numb tongue and had to make my way through a couple of busy Guwahati streets I was feeling almost heroic. That is till my BBC app showed the selfies of two Brazilian fugitives on the run talking about their escape on Facebook.