I love travelling. I love Shimla. I love travelling to and living in Shimla. Ergo, this photo-blog is dedicated to Shimla. Mostly.
gal-uh-MAW-free\, noun.
Originally meaning "a hash of various kinds of meats," "gallimaufry" comes from French galimafrée; in Old French, from the word galer, "to rejoice, to make merry"; in old English: gala + mafrer: "to eat much," and from Medieval Dutch maffelen: "to open one's mouth wide."
It's also a dish made by hashing up odds and ends of food; a heterogeneous mixture; a hodge-podge; a ragout; a confused jumble; a ridiculous medley; a promiscuous (!) assemblage of persons.
Those of you who know me, will, I’m sure, understand how well some of these phrases (barring the "promiscuous" bit!) fit me.
More importantly, this blog is an ode to my love for Shimla. I hope to show you this little town through my eyes. If you don't see too many people in it, forgive me, because I'm a little chary of turning this into a human zoo.
Stop by for a spell, look at my pictures, ask me questions about Shimla, if you wish. I shall try and answer them as best as I can. Let's be friends for a while....
It's not the despair... I can stand the despair. It's the hope.
If there were no fireflies in this world, we'd be forced to invent them.
Love is like skin. Wonderful, provided you don't examine it under a microscope.
If heartaches were commercials, we'd all be on TV.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books. (Longfellow)
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