Ruskin Bond
I have read a lot of Ruskin Bonds novels and I have to say that he writes amazingly. I know how difficult it is to describe simple things, simple emotions in a simple way. There is always something that goes wrong. But not with Mr Bond. He knows what he is doing! His writings take me back to the small village I visit in my vacations, also to the places I have never set foot on. Its wonderful to find a place familiar without actually being there. Dehra, now is so close to my heart. The harsh and cold winter, the ordinary villagers with extraordinary simplicity, kindness and humanity. It is a place long forgotten.
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4 comments:
Clearly Dehra isn't forgotten... not by you at least! :-)
Feel like taking a trip there! Sometime.. you should take me (maybe!).. ;)
dehra is wonderful. but considering his love for musoorie, the sorrounding vistas just refresh your memories of the words you read and the sights you see. the winding roads, the kutcha pakka pathways leading up and down from vernacular houses to the little more developed town centre...the feeling is exhilirating. living in a dream.
i will go there. wont plan. just get in a train and stop at Dehra. will live there for a month or maybe some years. And if Rusty is around, will go and meet him too.
go to mussoorie. you will meet him... i did... 2 yrs ago... on his 75th birthday.
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