Why?
Because she smiles.
She usually does not.
Particularly when she takes the reading of my sugar level in an empty stomach.
Yes, am a diabetic. Hereditary. My mother was a diabetic.
"Good!" says my spouse.
What's good?
It can mean only one thing.
My sugar levels are in control.
"128," blurts out she.
It is sweet music - even to me.
Last time - a few weeks ago, it was around 180..
How did this happen?
I had a 90 minute walking session the previous day.
60 minutes in the playground behind my home.
And another 30 minute in the evening from India Habitat Centre, Lodi Road to Safdarjung Tomb.
Not that I don't walk regularly.
Of late, I have tightened up my diet too.
Morning - oats kanji (porridge) - plain, no salt. Just plain.
Lunch: chapati and one sabzi.
Dinner: Dosa/Upma/Pongal
A few cups of sugarless tea during the day.
"Am glad that your sugar levels are down. But don't overdo." she warned.
Knowing that I am mentally gearing up for Padayatra soon, her worry is understandable.
"Don't walk for 3-4 hours and get into a low sugar zone," she advises.
A friend calls up to say: "just chill, man. Why this morbid desire to walk on highways?"
Like I said in the previous dispatch, the die is cast.
Daughter Krutika is busy preparing campaign material. Here's something in the initial stages...
