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"And why would the Brits call Shimla the winter capital of India? They probably never visited Dehradun." My brother states begrudgingly, rubbing his palms together to generate heat. He then places them on Aarav's cheeks to keep them warm.
True though, the winters in Dehradun have always been bone-chilling. The air here is like a frozen lace on my skin, delicate and cold. The snow falling seems like the beads getting entangled in that lace.
I have always hated winter because there is no enjoyment - it wasn't fun like the gentle sunshine of spring time or the serene smell of after-rain.
In fact, winters weren't pleasant at all.
"It's too cold here, I think we should come back tomorrow." I say, turning on my heels to go back to our hotel. The heater in the room was alluring.
I hear Aarav giggling as he loops his tiny hands around mine to stop me. "Chachu, we came her for absling, and I want to do absling." he hushes out quickly, inhaling a sharp breath.
I laugh at how confidently Aarav spells out abseiling as absling.
"Don't laugh at me. I know you're scared of heights and that's why you're in such a hurry to rush back to hotel." Aarav shoots back almost immediately, a pout covering his lips.
"I am not scared of heights." I mutter, rolling my eyes at him.Truth to be told, I was terrified of heights.
"We will see that." Vikas grins. He knew about my fears more than anyone else. Although, I've always been a mamma's boy, I was never comfortable talking to my mom about certain things which could trouble her So, I always used to end up in Vikas's room with my sob stories and he would hear them out without complaining. "But right now, we are not going back to hotel room. Aarav's winter break ends in two days, and I want him to enjoy each and every second of this trip." his voice startles me back from my thoughts.
"Okay." I agree with a grimace, while Aarav gives me a victory grin. Still grinning, he jumps out of his father's arms and runs away towards the rappelling point.
Vikas and I share a glance before running behind him. My mom always used to say that when God was teaching that kids aren't supposed to be naughty in his mom's womb, Aarav was probably in the meadows, running behind the butterflies in an attempt to catch them - because Aarav was one of the naughtiest kids on the face of this entire universe.
An amused smile graces my lips when I see Aarav arguing with the manager of the place.
"But why can't I go out for absling? I am the tallest guy in my class, and I am not scared of heights." he huffs, puffing his cheeks in anger as he looks into the eyes of the manager.
