Heartbreak and Happiness

Chapter 17: Chapter 17:"Of Snow, Sips, and Silent Beginnings"



"Where Snow Begins and Stories Unfold"

The tires of the bus finally came to a halt with a soft crunch against the snow-covered road.

We had arrived.

Shimla.

Even before I stepped out, I could feel it — the cold kiss of mountain air seeping in through the cracked bus window, the shimmering light of snowfall dancing in the distance. There was something dreamlike about it all. As I got off the bus, my boots sank slightly into the soft, powdery snow. My breath turned into mist as I exhaled slowly, quietly taking it all in.

Shimla wasn't just beautiful.

It was magic — the kind of magic you only read about in old books or see in fading postcards. Snow stretched across every rooftop and treetop, turning the entire valley into a white wonderland. The hills stood tall like quiet guardians, and the wind? It didn't just blow — it whispered.

Around me, everyone buzzed with excitement. Simmi had already pulled Ruhi into a photo session, spinning her around as snowflakes landed gently on their hair. Laughter echoed like music in the cold. Juniors clutched their bags tightly, some shivering with the sudden drop in temperature, others smiling like children in a fairytale.

But me?

My eyes found Nikhil.

And… he was already looking at me.

There was something about that gaze — calm, focused, a little too intense for a simple moment. I felt it, deep in my chest. This trip… wasn't just a trip.

It was the beginning of something we both weren't ready to name yet.

The silence between us spoke more than words could ever say.

Before I could look away, Sobhit sir's voice rang through the crisp air. "Alright, everyone! We've reached our destination," he announced, clapping his gloved hands together. "Now listen carefully — this isn't just a picnic. This is a challenge. An experience."

We all turned our attention to him as he continued.

"There are no hotel rooms waiting for you just yet. Each of you will stay in tent houses — yes, actual tents. You'll build them together, sleep in them, and survive in them. That's the point. This trip is meant to teach you something — about nature, about teamwork, and about yourselves."

A soft murmur spread through the group. Some were clearly nervous. Some already annoyed. But I felt… curious.

A little scared, maybe.

But also… alive.

"There's only one exception," Sobhit sir added with a raised eyebrow. "If a snowstorm hits — and it just might — only then will we move you to a hotel. Until then… welcome to the wilderness."

There was a beat of silence.

Then — a collective, determined shout:

"Yes, Sir!"

We were ready.

At least… we wanted to be.

Bags were lifted, instructions followed, tent kits handed out. I saw hands clumsily flipping through manuals, groups forming, leaders emerging. Simmi was already arguing over who got to hammer the stakes. Ruhi was trying to untangle the ropes. I looked around, realizing I had no idea how to build a tent — but strangely, I wasn't panicking.

Because somewhere in this snowy chaos, I could feel something important starting.

A test, maybe.

Or a lesson.

Or… a story.

The kind you never forget.

And as I turned to gather my things, Nikhil brushed past me — so close our shoulders touched — and whispered just loud enough for me to hear:

"This is going to be fun."

And for the first time in a long time…

I believed it.

Something unforgettable was waiting beneath the snow.

And we were about to step into it.

We all stepped down from the bus, the crunch of fresh snow under our boots echoing softly in the crisp mountain air. The chill had fully settled into our bones now, but no one complained — there was too much wonder in our eyes, too much adventure in our hearts.

The moment had arrived.

One by one, we began unloading our bags and supplies from the bus, laughter and chatter floating like mist into the sky. Some of us carried sleeping bags slung over our shoulders, others held folded tent sheets awkwardly in their arms. The excitement was real — and so was the nervousness.

We were really going to build our own tents. Out here. In the snow. In the middle of nowhere.

For a moment, I just stood there, my hands gripping the handles of my duffel bag, and let the scene settle around me. Hills stretched in the distance, their slopes painted white. The sky was a soft gray, like a wool blanket pulled over the sun, and the cold wind carried whispers of something unknown… something waiting.

Around me, my friends were already moving. Simmi and Ruhi were arguing about which direction their tent should face. A group of juniors were fumbling with poles and pegs, unsure where to even start. I saw Nikhil walk past with purpose, carrying a rolled-up tent on his shoulder like it weighed nothing. He caught my eye for a moment — and that one look was enough to fill me with quiet courage.

This was it.

Not just a trip.

Not just a destination.

This was the start of something bigger — learning how to build, not just a tent, but trust. Patience. Teamwork. Maybe even friendship… maybe more.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, dropped my bag, and unzipped the tent kit.

My hands were cold. My heart was racing.

But my spirit?

Ready.

And as I joined my friends in setting up our little home in the snow, I realized — these were the moments we'd remember. Not just the view or the photos. But the work, the laughter, the shared struggle.

Together, we weren't just building tents.

We were building memories.

After all the tents were finally set up — some lopsided, some barely holding together, but standing nonetheless — a calm hush settled over the snowy field. Everyone's cheeks were pink from the cold, fingers stiff, noses red, and yet… there was a kind of satisfaction in the air. The kind that only comes after working together.

And just when we thought we couldn't feel our hands anymore, Simmi and Ruhi appeared like angels with a plan.

"We're making milk tea for everyone!" Simmi announced, clapping her gloved hands, her breath puffing out in white clouds.

Ruhi grinned beside her, already holding a small portable stove in one hand and a kettle in the other. "Not just any tea," she added proudly. "Adrak wali. Real ginger milk tea — to warm you from the inside out."

Cheers followed. Everyone gathered around as they got to work.

Simmi handled the ingredients like a pro — milk, tea leaves, crushed ginger, sugar — each going into the pot with care. Ruhi stirred with focused intensity, shooing away anyone who got too close or tried to interfere.

And slowly… that magical aroma began to rise.

That sweet, spicy, earthy scent of ginger and boiling tea leaves. It wrapped around us like a hug — a promise of warmth in this icy wilderness. You could see the moment everyone inhaled at once, the smiles that appeared just from the smell alone.

One by one, they poured the steaming adrak chai into paper cups and handed them out — smiling, proud, their cheeks glowing not just from the cold, but from joy.

When I took my cup, the warmth seeped into my hands instantly. I held it close to my chest for a moment before taking the first sip.

And oh… that first sip.

It was everything.

Warm. Comforting. Spicy enough to wake me up, sweet enough to soften the world. It was like drinking a memory of home, a reminder of winter mornings wrapped in blankets and familiar voices.

We all sat together in a wide circle on the snowy ground, huddled in our jackets, holding those cups close like tiny treasures.

No one spoke much.

We didn't need to.

The tea did the talking.

In the gentle silence, surrounded by snow and mountains and the soft glow of twilight creeping in, we sipped.

And smiled.

And for a little while, everything was perfect.

It wasn't just tea.

It was warmth.

It was friendship.

It was peace — poured into a cup, shared among hearts.

To be continue....


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