And as my mother and I took in the smell of roasted peanuts, the chatter of the monkeys, and the bustle of some going about their daily chores, a mist from nowhere descended upon Kasauli, covering us all in a grey opaque blanket.. Soon, the greens of the trees and whites of the buildings around us transformed to nothingness and we found ourselves lost in the darkness.


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