Dreams of an Anglo-Indian Utopia that took birth in the 1930s, of which only bungalows, legends and a handful of families survive
After four days in McCluskieganj, the fountain I wanted to see had remained elusive. No one I’d met had a clue. This fountain, from what I’d heard, had an inscription marking the founding of the town of McCluskieganj. Somehow, leaving the town without seeing its symbolic birth certificate felt incomplete.