Dhaka, Aug. 14 -- I open my eyes giddily to feel the soft wind brush against my bare alabaster skin, but the road is rough. My white trainers are unfathomably struggling to maintain balance as the friction holds them, rumbles of shiny speared stones jolt together. So far yet to close that the slightest mismatch maneuver can lead to dangerous consequences in a jiff. Just a few inches from my back leg, crimson red blood swirls down my sock covering it like a thick bed of blood bath. Yet the distant groans of the cumulous clouds and the lightening sky ablaze a sense of serenity that is unusually pleasing.

As I run tirelessly, droplets of sweat flickers everywhere, the ache starts to hold even heavier than before as the thought of making it ...