10

The Scarf Story ✨

By the time the buses finally rolled into Shimla, dusk had begun to settle over the hills.

The air was sharper here—colder, cleaner—carrying the quiet scent of pine and woodsmoke. Snow dusted the edges of rooftops, and faint flakes drifted lazily from the sky, drawing collective gasps from the students as they stepped off the bus.

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