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Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. This is a good read! My fascination with all the hilly-sleepy towns really began with Mr. Ruskin Bond's beautiful renderings of Mussoorie and Dehra. I remember reading The Cherry Tree back in school and planting a cherry seed thereafter in my mother's small garden. Beautiful memory indeed! And, reading his experience as a boarding school kid when he had to be away from his father, had me in tears. The book was 'Children who made it big', and for days thereafter, i would cling to my Dad whenever he was home. When he turned 70, there was an article in a newspaper titled 'And the duck turns 70', and my imagination ran wild when i portrayed him as a duck in one of my school picture-essays. Those were the days of reading Enid Blyton for adventures and then Mr. Bond for the quiet summery evenings that he made breezy for a young, restless kid that was me. As he suggested in the backward of the book, i started from the last story, and when it was finished, sure did echo R.L.Stevenson- Give to me the life i love! no reviews | add a review
Roads to Mussoorie is a memorable evocation of a writer's surroundings and the role they have played in his work and life. Ruskin Bond describes his many journeys to, from and around Mussoorie, delving with gusto into the daily scandals of this not so sleepy hill town. The pieces in this collection are characterized by Bond's incorrigible sense of humour and eye for detail, as well as his enduring affection and nostalgia for the home he has lived in for over forty years No library descriptions found. |
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If you relate to these, Ruskin Bond's book is for you.
It is a throwback to a slower time when we didn't rush. It is a throwback to when people were willing to have a conversation.
Nostalgia, maybe. ( )