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Little Aarav had been watching the neighborhood kids zoom around on their bicycles for weeks. The way they glided effortlessly, their laughter trailing behind, made him long to join them. His parents had noticed his excitement and decided it was time for him to learn. On a bright Sunday morning, his father rolled out a shiny red bicycle from the garage, its training wheels freshly removed. Aarav’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Ready to become a cyclist?” his dad asked, kneeling down to adjust the seat. “Yes, but… what if I fall?” Aarav replied, clutching the handlebars tightly. “You might fall,” his dad said with a smile. “But that’s part of learning. I’ll be right here with you.” With his father holding the back of the seat, Aarav wobbled onto the bike. His legs felt shaky as he placed his feet on the pedals. “Don’t let go, okay?” he insisted. “I won’t,” his dad assured him. At first, the bike wobbled left and right, and Aarav squealed every time it tipped...
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