Then, miraculously, out of the pelt of yellow fur that was the dust growing across the great northern Indian
plain, a wavering grey line emerged. It might have been a cloud bank looming, but it was not—the sun blazed,
the earth shrivelled, the heat burnt away every trace of spring's beneficence. Yet the grey darkened, turned
bluish, took on substance.
"Look—mountains!"
Which word best describes the mood created by these sentences
anxious
anxious
enthralled
enthralled
relieved
relieved
shocked