Kanskje det tristeste jeg så i Shimla. Et apebarn hadde tydeligvis dødd, men moren fortsatte å bære barnet rundt med seg overalt, legge det opp til brystet for å tilby melk, og å plukke i ungens pels, selv om det knapt nok var noe igjen av den.		Possibly the saddest sight in Shimla. A young monkey had died, but its mother refused to accept it. She kept on carrying the baby around with her, offering it milk and picking its fur, even though there was little left of it.