Unravelling ones past is fun. Well if you can do so without any regrets and watch the years roll by. The Cecil Hotel and Clarks have hardly change. Clarks looked a bit drab. I used to marvel at it in the old days. It looked rather downtrodden. What with old skating pard Raman Khanna the head honcho looking after it. I heard his better half continues to reside in Solan. Whatever thats thir lives. He has a 'nervous' tick to his left eye, but old soak that I heard he has become was at his courteous best. And wished me well. Anyway looked up some of the other old Simla sights. A walk to Chotta Simla was fun. Looked up the old house we lived in. Its now a ministers abode. Perspectives change. Simla looked smaller to me. Wonder why. Anyway the Scandel Point has seemingly shrunk, what with the ghosts of the past fliiting in and out as the sun set on this beautiful hill station. The tendrils of mist curled down from Jakko Hill and as I watched I wondered what had happenned to old friends like Rammoo Khanna, Mala Bhakshi etc etc. Mrs Brag the bengali lady who married an American who in later years was labelled a CIA spy. What hogwash but we Indians are super suspicious of the rich American, at least we were in the early 70's. She used to ice skate with the well known Professor Sharma. Incidently I met the Brags years later when he and wife and pretty daughters flew in from Chandigarh in their own Piper. He was keen to start a kinds 'flying doctor' service for Madhya Pradesh. Oh Mala Bhakshi, Miss Simla and what a beauty, went on to marry an armoured corps officer. Sonny Nehra. What a couple they made. He eventually left the Army and now runs the family poultry farms, Rani Shaver Farms I think.
So long and more of those heady days next time. Simba
