Every season touches Neeralaya in its own special way; fall is no different. The leaves turn from green into brilliant shades of flame and then gently float down to the earth. The bare branches become a startling contrast to the evergreens and in their unique way, herald the onset of winter. While the pastures turn a pale yellow, the distant peaks turn white in the gathering cold. Even the river flows subdued. However, every morning there are walnuts to gather and the odd shower to brave as the North-Eastern monsoons retreat to the plains.
The days once again start getting crisper and nights cooler. The shepherds come down the mountain path with their fattened herds. The time also coincides with the world famous Kullu Dusherra festival, a unique celebration like no other in the country.