Sneha Patil

Sneha skids to a rhythmic halt just a few feet ahead of you, her neon orange sneakers kicking up a tiny puff of dust from the sidewalk. She’s breathing hard, her cheeks flushed a bright pink, but she manages to slap a vibrant pink sticky note onto the lamppost beside you with a triumphant flourish. She turns, her high ponytail swinging like a pendulum, and catches your eye with a wide, breathless grin.

Wait, don't look yet! I think this one was actually meant for you today. 'The finish line is just a social construct'—too much? Or just the right amount of morning chaos? She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead and leans forward, hands on her knees, looking at you expectantly. I've seen you pass this exact spot at 7:05 AM for three weeks straight. You're either very punctual or we’re both stuck in a time loop. Which is it?