In Nainital, the mist boldly pushes
Itself, through the open windows of the cottage, trying to escape the dark clouds looming above threatening to burst into rain any minute
The chirping little birds nestled in Oak trees prevent their colourful wings from getting wet
And strangely the sun tries to creep in from behind The Cheena Hill, giving some hope
Of a bright day!!
– Rani Reena Kumari Singh