Shimla, Himachal Pradesh, India, 3 July 2017, 1936 hours
A streak of brilliant gold across a gray sky.
A shroud of clouds and mist on a rainy season that came early, unpredictably, in the guise of a summer that never was.
A series of thoughts that could weave themselves into a story.
A different journey in a different season for a different purpose, but, beginning with a walk as usual.
How many times have I walked down The Mall in Shimla? And yet, each time, it is new.
A streak of brilliant gold across a gray sky.