When Dhruva stepped into his home after the rally and meetings with his party members, the familiar stillness of the house greeted him. The weight of the evening — the roaring crowd, the flashing cameras, the relentless energy — seemed to linger in the silence. It wasn’t exhaustion he felt, not exactly. It was something closer to fullness, as if every corner of his being had absorbed the energy of the thousands who had gathered to hear him speak. But even fullness needed balance.

He poured himself a glass of water in the kitchen and leaned against the counter, his eyes drifting around the room. His mother had left a bowl of freshly cut fruit on the kitchen counter, as she often did when she knew he would be returning late. It was a gesture he appreciated, one that grounded him in the rhythm of home, in the simplicity of family.

As he sipped the water, his gaze fell on the far corner of the counter, where a neatly folded paper caught his eye. His marathon registration form. The SKF Goa River Marathon. It was happening in three days.

He picked it up, running his fingers over the edges of the paper deep in thought. He had signed up months ago, knowing that he might not even have time to participate. Life rarely left room for personal pursuits. But now, the idea of running a marathon seemed not only appealing but necessary. It wasn’t about escape — he never ran from anything. For him, running was a discipline, a way to center himself, to sharpen his focus. The marathon was a chance to renew his energy, to prepare himself for the grueling months ahead.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and texted his aide. "Manoj, clear my schedule for the next week. I’m heading to Goa for the marathon."

The reply came within seconds. "Understood, sir. I’ll take care of it. Let me know if you need anything."

Dhruva placed the registration form back on the counter, took another sip of water, and allowed himself the rare luxury of anticipation. A week away, time to run, time to reflect. He would return sharper, stronger, and ready to serve.

As he lay down on his bed to sleep, the massive crowd, the chants of his name, the piercing glare of the media looped in his mind — it was a reminder of how far he’d come and how much farther there was to go. Yet, beneath all of that, one question remained constant in his mind: How can I serve better? It was this question that had prompted his decision to travel to Goa for the SKF Goa River Marathon.

The marathon was an extension of his discipline. Running wasn’t just about physical endurance; it was a way to sharpen his mind, to connect his actions with purpose. And with an election campaign heating up, he knew every moment spent on his own strength — physical, mental, and spiritual — would ultimately allow him to give more to the people he served.

Three days later, Dhruva arrived in Goa, the crisp ocean breeze carrying the faint scent of salt and sand. It was early in the morning when he reached the small beachfront villa Manoj had arranged for him — simple, unassuming, and tucked away from the crowds. Just the way Dhruva preferred it.

He spent the first day settling into the rhythm of the place. As the sun began to rise on his first morning in Goa, Dhruva rolled out his yoga mat on the veranda that overlooked the beach. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was steady and calming, syncing naturally with his breathing.

Moving through his asanas, his body stretched and strengthened in familiar ways, but his mind remained still. Dhruva’s time in the gurukula under his guru, Shrinivasa Murthy, had instilled in him not only the importance of physical discipline but also the art of inner silence. His guru had once told him, "A leader must master himself before he can hope to lead others." That wisdom had stayed with him through the years.

After completing his practice, he sat cross-legged on the mat, his eyes closed, hands resting gently on his knees. He wasn’t meditating with questions or seeking answers — he was simply being. In that quiet, blissful stillness, Dhruva felt a kind of clarity that couldn’t be found in the noise of the world. The rising sun warmed his skin as he opened his eyes, a faint smile touching his lips. This was what he had come for. Not to escape, but to reconnect.

The day of the SKF Goa River Marathon arrived with its own pulse of energy. Runners of all ages and backgrounds filled the starting area, their excitement palpable. Dhruva, dressed in a plain gray T-shirt and black running shorts, blended in as much as his tall, athletic frame and sharp features would allow. But anonymity wasn’t meant to last.

“Wait… isn’t that Dhruva Jamadagni?” someone murmured.

Within moments, the whispers spread like wildfire. By the time the race was about to begin, a small crowd had formed near him, snapping photos and murmuring in awe.

“He’s running the marathon? What’s an MP doing here?”

“Didn’t he just have a massive rally in Bengaluru a few days ago?”

Dhruva ignored the attention, his focus entirely on the race ahead. The starting whistle blew, and he set off, falling into a steady rhythm almost instantly.

Before the race had even begun, word spread like wildfire. Social media was already ablaze with photos of him stretching and tying his shoes. By the time he crossed the starting line, local news channels were breaking the story: "India’s youngest MP runs the SKF Goa River Marathon. A new symbol of endurance and discipline?"

But not all coverage was glowing. As Dhruva maintained his steady rhythm, reporters from channels aligned with the opposition spun a different narrative.

On one channel, an anchor said with feigned concern: "While Dhruva Jamadagni is out running marathons, what is happening to the issues facing Bengaluru? Is this just another publicity stunt? Are his priorities misplaced?"

Another segment dissected his decision further:

"This isn’t the first time we’ve seen politicians try to use personal achievements for public sympathy. Is Mr. Jamadagni trying to distract us from his lack of progress on critical issues like Bengaluru’s infrastructure and rural development?"

Meanwhile, supporters of Dhruva countered these claims on social media. One tweet read:

"A politician who actually practices what he preaches! Dhruva’s dedication to discipline and fitness is an inspiration for India’s youth. #TrueLeader #GoaMarathon"

As the route wound along the picturesque riverbanks and lush greenery of Goa, Dhruva let his breathing and stride synchronize. For him, running marathon wasn’t just about endurance — it was about control, about pushing his limits while staying completely in the moment. The occasional cheers of onlookers barely registered.

By the time he crossed the finish line almost 5 hours later, sweat dripping from his brow, a roaring crowd had gathered, including several media crews that had rushed to the scene. The cameras swarmed him, microphones thrust into his face.

“Mr. Jamadagni, was this marathon part of your campaign strategy to connect with voters?”

“Do you think this will boost your public image?”

“Is your participation an example of leading by action or a distraction from your political responsibilities?”

Dhruva wiped his face with a towel, his calm demeanor unaffected by the chaos. He raised a hand to silence the clamor and spoke with measured authority, his deep voice cutting through the noise.

“This marathon is not about politics,” he began, his words clear and deliberate. “It’s about discipline, focus, and perseverance — values that I believe are essential, not just for individuals, but for leaders. My commitment to Karnataka and its people is unwavering, and everything I do, whether it’s running a marathon or addressing public concerns, is rooted in that commitment. If my actions inspire someone to push their limits or pursue a healthier, more focused life, then I consider that a success.”

The crowd broke into applause, and even some of the reporters looked momentarily disarmed by his sincerity. Dhruva’s ability to turn a potentially contentious moment into one of inspiration was why he had risen so quickly in the political arena.

By evening, the media coverage had taken on a life of its own. Supporters praised his participation as a sign of his dedication and discipline, while opposition channels continued to question his priorities.

One anchor, on a heated debate show, declared:

"Running a marathon is commendable, but is it appropriate for a politician with so many pressing issues on his plate? The people of Karnataka deserve action, not theatrics!"

Supporters countered with equal passion:

"This is the kind of leader we need — someone who leads by example, who balances their personal discipline with public service!"

Dhruva didn’t engage with the noise directly. Instead, as he sat on the veranda of his villa that night, sipping on herbal tea, he opened his phone to check messages from his family.

His mother’s text read: “Saw you on the news again. Proud of you, but don’t forget to eat something healthy after all that running.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he replied: “Don’t worry, Amma. I’ve got it covered.”

He scrolled through the headlines but didn’t linger. The scrutiny was part of the life he had chosen, and he had long accepted it. What mattered was staying true to his purpose.

By the end of the week, Dhruva felt renewed, his mind sharp and focused once again. As he boarded his flight back to Bengaluru, his phone buzzed with updates from Manoj: campaign schedules, media coverage, and a growing list of events requiring his presence.

Placing the phone in his pocket, Dhruva leaned back in his seat. The week in Goa had served its purpose, and now, he was ready to return to the life he had chosen — a life of service, of purpose, and of unyielding commitment to the people of Karnataka.

Author's Note: What kind of person do you think could capture Dhruva’s heart? Would it take someone just as disciplined and focused as him, or someone completely opposite?

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