It's magical-mausam today. The sky is dull, grey and promising intermittent rain.
The sun is in hiding, taking with it all traces of last week's opressive heat. Every now-and-then it peeks out as if to say a cheeky hello, draping the hills in sunlight for a few minutes, before running off to somewhere else. I look out of my office window directly on to a rushing stream and green-green hills. Everything looks washed, and clean and soft somehow. As if the deity re-defined my existence in watercolors.
Anybody fancy a picnic-on-the-rocks?