The magical world of Landour shrouded in mist was behind us as we settled into life at Rajpur. Then the weather turned. Electric storms, storms with pounding rain, high winds, everything the heavens had, we got, and we relished, but Vivek talked wistfully of Landour and the mist. 

 

Then the mist descended, like I've never seen, obliterating Rajpur, taking Vivek with it. Like a siren it called, keeping him with soft whisperings, shrouding him with the love that only Nature can give. He would return when the mist had cleared.

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~ NRM