Just finished another Ruskin Bond book, called ‘Falling in
Love Again’. Naturally, it was a collection of all the love stories, he had
written in his career. Why did I buy it again? I had obviously read all his
stories and his poems.
I do not know. What is it that leads me to his book, excites
me to begin reading and makes me feel a little sad, when I am done with it? Is
it his eloquent prose, his simple yet moving poetry or perhaps his personality,
which comes through every single time? It could be, or it could just be because
it is his book. His pages, full of colourful characters, his portrayal of what
he calls nature…
The sadness in all his love stories, comes through, whether
it was in ‘The Eyes Have It’ or in both the towns of Deoli and Shamli, or even
in ‘The Girl from Copenhagen’. ‘Love is a Sad Song’ or ‘A Love of Long Ago’
both stuck a chord. On Fairy Hill' took me along as most of his stories do.
They take me away with them to new places, to new nooks and corners of nature, or even secrets told in the darkness. Kamla, Sushila or even Hameeda or Binya whoever, wherever
they are or were all had it in them to inspire poetry.
So, Rusty, Ruskin, or Dada, do write on. Because you will
have me as your reader for sure…