Hills are hazy, days are crazy

Its a wet and cold day outside that reminds me so much of Brontes' novels. I have been working and dawdling by turns since morning, so much work to do and so many deadlines to meet. It is a busy but not a gloomy day. Although, Dhauladhars are invisible today like much else, obliterated by clouds, rain and fog, there is so much life around - birds calling out, people going about, work in progress everywhere. The hills are abloom with colours from rust to brown to green to white that are sometimes shadowed by clouds and sometimes by raindrops that appears like a curtain from afar. They make you feel alive and at the same time remind you of your fragility.