View from Grand Hotel Avenue, Simla

"Cattle borwsed homewards to small hidden hamlets in the valleys, all grew softer and greyer till it was quite dark and the lights came out where she had not thought there was any habitation at all – single lamps here and there in Kasauli, pinpricks of light for Sanawar, little pools of blurred light for Subathu and Daghshai and, far away in the distance, the pale fairy shimmer that was Simla" (Anita Desai, Fire on the Mountain, 1877, p. 28)