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Summer had almost ended. The days were twenty-four hours long, but they had started to
seem shorter. It was truly said that everything magical happens in months from June to
August. The wild wind wooing the hearts of people it touched, the smell surrounding the
sweet-scented geranium, and the markets marking the boundary between mayhem and
excitement of the incoming festivals, everything contained in summer seemed magnificent
like it had never been before. Shiv and Azaan were sitting on the terrace with a huge mug of
sweet lassi in their hands. The events that followed Shiv’s operation were reunion of the two
brothers, shifting of Azaan’s luggage back to his own home and his promise to his mother
which entailed that he would never leave her again.

After a while they heard their mother call them from the first floor.

“I know I’ve had an operation and all but it’s been almost two months and I bet I can still run
faster than you”, said Shiv while sipping the last drop of his drink.

“I take that bet, whoever reaches first gets to drive the bike tomorrow for the whole day,”
Azaan said with a smirk on his face.

After that the statement was made, both of them ran towards the door, down the stairs, and
into the kitchen. It was uncertain who won that race, but one thing was for sure true – it was a
never to be forgotten summer.

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