On the bank of the Pabbar River, Hatkoti’s ancient Devi temple keeps a strange local memory alive — of sacred vessels, hidden maya, floodwater, and one ghada still held by chains before the Mother. Some temples are remembered through their idols. Some through kings....
The road looks harmless in daylight. It curves quietly between forested slopes, scattered homes and long stretches where the mountains seem to swallow every sound. Vehicles pass through without slowing, and the surrounding trees appear no different from those lining...
The school courtyard is bright and peaceful during the day. Sunlight falls across the old stone buildings, red roofs and long green verandas. Tall deodar trees stand beyond the classrooms, and the sounds of students and school activity fill the open spaces. Nothing...
Hospitals never become completely silent. Even after visiting hours end, lifts continue to move between floors. Trolleys pass through corridors. Doors open and close, monitors sound from distant rooms, and tired footsteps travel beneath the white lights. At Indira...
The road between Chotta Shimla and Navbahar does not appear unusual during the day. Vehicles pass through regularly. Students travel towards nearby institutions, residents move between neighbourhoods, and sunlight filters through the tall trees covering the hillside....
The bungalow once belonged to another Shimla. A quieter town of forest roads, horse-drawn carriages, evening gatherings and British officers escaping the summer heat of the plains. During the day, Dukhani was remembered as an elegant colonial residence surrounded by...
The mansion stands behind a boundary wall, separated from the road by an old gate and a garden that has grown around decades of silence. Its steep roofs, timber-framed windows and weathered verandas belong to the Shimla of another age—a hill station of British...