When I think of Shimla, I recall images of white mist, rugged mountains and dark woods that only a child’s mind can see so vividly. At an adolescent age, I conjured up further images of dark, mysterious scenery. My time spent here were nothing less than a visceral amalgamation of childhood memories. Shimla is … More The Shimla Chronicles, retracing the Elizabethan trail to The Violet Hill