Bond… Ruskin Bond!

Ruskin Bond is one of my favourite authors. The first work of his that I read was A Flight of Pigeons. I didn’t appreciate it entirely though I never forgot the story. Later, I saw Junoon, the film adaptation by Shyam Benegal(?) and that made a somewhat lasting impression. A few stories in old editions of Readers Digest, English textbooks and finally, one day, we bought his collected works. He’s a marvellous writer, I feel. His writings reflect the landscape of Darjeeling(wasn’t that the location of most of his short stories?), the eternal confusion and indecision of youth and the innate freshness of life. His simplistic style is second to R K Narayan, I feel. One of his poems, which starts off innocently enough, finally ends with a wise realisation almost contrasting with the light-hearted approach at the beginning. My poem of the week:

It isn’t Time that’s Passing