Mornings in Shimla Chander P Mahajan In August mornings are often grey and foggy, humid with a chilly tinge; a mysterious world with damp and fantastic atmosphere. View is bewildered and blurred with clouds; thick with fog and mist; photographic negative. A landscape of fuzzy outlines; the trees are just hazy shapes; mountains coming in the way the rays of sun hindering light and radiant energy. Panorama is of cloudy skies & "Indistinct shapes in the gloom"; dim & smoggy. A tangibly thick cloud of water vapour in the air makes it difficult to see. Through the fog the sunlight gleams sarcastically. Beyond the fog lie silver linings. Shining sun is synonymous with "optimistic outlook." showing good spirits. In some cities there is too much sun and in others it barely shines. In my vague memory of clear, bright days of 1983 of Denmark, I ponder over my days in Copenhagen where in August, sun rose just after 5 in the morning and set a little before 9 in the evening. Also while in Norway in 1999, I came to know that “The least sunny city in the world is in Norway and spends 6 months a year in the dark.”