Living in a place for a long time, one tends not to delve deep into the history of the place, taking many things for granted. The extent of my knowledge about Mussoorie at the time I first arrived in the mountain town north of Delhi, India, was that this scenic hill station was a favorite of the British during summers before Independence, and Landour, where we lived, was a recuperative location for their soldiers suffering from the myriad maladies of the hot, dusty Indian plains. Distance ignites curiosity about the stories connected to past homes on the hillside. Now that