Collected Fiction

There’s a begonia in her cheeks, pink as the flush of early dawn, on Sikkim’s peaks.

This quote by Ruskin Bond is apt to describe the limitless beauty of Anglo-Indian writer’s story-telling and mighty metaphors.

I first tried reading the stories of Ruskin Bond when I was in ninth grade. I borrowed this book from school library after reading The Woman on Platform 8 in my English coursebook. However, I just could not get the gist of the couple of stories stories that I read in a week, which by the way spanned very few pages. Hence I returned the book.

My love for Bond’s stories was rekindled when I got this book issued again in twelfth grade. I had it for over a month during my summer vacations. I read all the stories in this book as well as the novels it had except A Flight of Pigeons.