By Ankush Arora It was a Saturday. Raksha, Nilanjan and I were savouring a cold, windy evening at Shimla's Mall Road. The main square was beginning to look deserted as tourists rushed to restaurants for a meal or hotels to retire for the day. The weather was turning out to be rather intolerable for dwellers…
From Shimla, a Dispatch on Anupama’s Music
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