By Rajat Aikant Sharma The Inherited Town Long before Mussoorie became a crowded escape, it was something quieter—almost sacred. When Frederick Young first walked these ridges in the 1820s, what he saw was not a town, but a climate. A refuge. The plains below were heavy—with heat, with disease, with epidemics that moved silently through dense populations. And above them, like a natural remedy, rose these hills. Places like Landour were not mer…
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