Lucky me!

Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). wrote this about Boston, but I like to apply it to dear old Shimla:
"My northern pines are good enough for me,
But there’s a town my memory uprears—
A town that always like a friend appears,
And always in the sunrise by the sea.
And over it, somehow, there seems to be
A downward flash of something new and fierce,
That ever strives to clear, but never clears
The dimness of a charmed antiquity."


Yup. Gallimaufry is now a resident of her beloved Shimla.
Who'd have thunk...?