It was in February, 2018. Veer and I decided to go on a ride and get him some chocolates. Veer had recovered from fever just a couple of days ago. Hence, I was a little sceptical about taking him on a ride. I asked him to wear a sweater, to which he refused saying, "Veer is strong; he doesn't feel cold." I couldn't counter him, but checked with him, "So Veer will inform Papa when he feels cold?" He didn't respond; maybe his silence asked me to shut up.
We started our ride. In between, I started checking his hands to know if he was shievering. When I checked for the first time, he said, "Papa, Veer told you that he wouldn't feel cold." However, I kept checking in regular intervals ignoring his audacious remarks.
After a few minutes, he started shievering. I asked him, "Veer, are you feeling cold." Embarassed, he said, "No." I thought he was just trying to scare me. After a few seconds, he said, "Papa, Veer is feeling cold." I immediately checked his hands; he was shievering uncontrolably. I stopped the bike and parked it on a side of the road. Then, I started rubbing his hands but he started shievering even more.
Instantly, I ran to the nearby shops and asked if they had any blanket. Nobody had one. I went to my tailor and asked for one. He said, he didn't have one. I asked him to give me a new piece of cloth to which he agreed on the condition that I would return within half an hour. Quickly, I wrapped Veer with the cloth which made him a bit comfortable. He said, "Veer wants to go home now."
Taking him home on the bike wouldn't be a good idea then. So I called a rickshaw and took him home. On the way, he kept blabbering something which only he would understand. Within seconds of reaching home, he was put under a blanket, and after a minute or so, he was out doing his own stuff.
I walked back to return the piece of cloth to the tailor and to bring my bike home.
We started our ride. In between, I started checking his hands to know if he was shievering. When I checked for the first time, he said, "Papa, Veer told you that he wouldn't feel cold." However, I kept checking in regular intervals ignoring his audacious remarks.
After a few minutes, he started shievering. I asked him, "Veer, are you feeling cold." Embarassed, he said, "No." I thought he was just trying to scare me. After a few seconds, he said, "Papa, Veer is feeling cold." I immediately checked his hands; he was shievering uncontrolably. I stopped the bike and parked it on a side of the road. Then, I started rubbing his hands but he started shievering even more.
Instantly, I ran to the nearby shops and asked if they had any blanket. Nobody had one. I went to my tailor and asked for one. He said, he didn't have one. I asked him to give me a new piece of cloth to which he agreed on the condition that I would return within half an hour. Quickly, I wrapped Veer with the cloth which made him a bit comfortable. He said, "Veer wants to go home now."
Taking him home on the bike wouldn't be a good idea then. So I called a rickshaw and took him home. On the way, he kept blabbering something which only he would understand. Within seconds of reaching home, he was put under a blanket, and after a minute or so, he was out doing his own stuff.
I walked back to return the piece of cloth to the tailor and to bring my bike home.
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