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Rain in the Mountains: Notes from the Himalayas
by Ruskin Bond
"My solitude is not my own, for I see now how much it belongs to them—and that I have a responsibility for it in their regard, not just in my own. It is because I am one with them that I owe it to them to be alone, and when I am alone they are not 'they' but my own self. There are no strangers!"
From Confessions of a Guilty Bystander, Thomas Merton.
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In my short life, I have flipped through many pages of Bond's writings and never got tired of them. Something about his pieces appeals to me and gives me a strange therapeutic sensation. It soothes my soul and rejuvenates me!
He has been a massive part of my childhood. Every time I read him, nostalgia entrapped me and left me misty-eyed.
"Rain in the Mountains" is a semi-autobiographical account documenting Ruskin Bond's life in the hills based on his journals, notebooks, diary entries, and personal essays.
"That's what life is really like—episodic, full of highs and lows and some fairly dull troughs in between."
The musings on Mussorie (Landour) and its people embrace every corner of the book. Personas like Miss Bun, Sir Edmund Gibson, Prem, and his family, Bijju, the old Tibetian lama, make the reader's journey even more eventful.
"No wonder, then, that the people who live on these mountain slopes, in the mist-filled valleys of Garhwal, have long since learned humility, patience, and a quiet reserve."
The thing I always love about his writing is the capacity to portray our mundane and monotonous life in the most beautiful way possible - highlighting the "little things of life" with a tinge of humour.
But what's unique about this book!?
It is the first Ruskin Bond book that has made me cry. Every word of the "Epilogue" reaps my heart. I can relate to him at so many levels. I now realise why he is my comfort author.
Today, I get to know you a little better, Grandpa Bond.
From Confessions of a Guilty Bystander, Thomas Merton.
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In my short life, I have flipped through many pages of Bond's writings and never got tired of them. Something about his pieces appeals to me and gives me a strange therapeutic sensation. It soothes my soul and rejuvenates me!
He has been a massive part of my childhood. Every time I read him, nostalgia entrapped me and left me misty-eyed.
"Rain in the Mountains" is a semi-autobiographical account documenting Ruskin Bond's life in the hills based on his journals, notebooks, diary entries, and personal essays.
"That's what life is really like—episodic, full of highs and lows and some fairly dull troughs in between."
The musings on Mussorie (Landour) and its people embrace every corner of the book. Personas like Miss Bun, Sir Edmund Gibson, Prem, and his family, Bijju, the old Tibetian lama, make the reader's journey even more eventful.
"No wonder, then, that the people who live on these mountain slopes, in the mist-filled valleys of Garhwal, have long since learned humility, patience, and a quiet reserve."
The thing I always love about his writing is the capacity to portray our mundane and monotonous life in the most beautiful way possible - highlighting the "little things of life" with a tinge of humour.
But what's unique about this book!?
It is the first Ruskin Bond book that has made me cry. Every word of the "Epilogue" reaps my heart. I can relate to him at so many levels. I now realise why he is my comfort author.
Today, I get to know you a little better, Grandpa Bond.