Describe how the love for reading was inculcated in the heart of the author by Rinku
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Have you ever wept while reading a book? Not because you have fallen in love with the hero and he is dead or because the heroine has cancer and she may not live, but because the words have touched your soul. Have you sobbed after a book has ended? Have you ever agonised over passages that seem to have been written to break your heart, or to make you break into a wide smile? If yes, dear reader, then I am sure like me you too are a Ruskin Bond–lover.
Everyone who knows even a little bit about Indian literature today knows Ruskin Bond. Some know him as Rusty from the TV series of the ’90s, some know him as the cherubic children’s writer; yet others see him as the grand old man from the hills who also writes film scripts. There are fanpages, Instagram accounts, Twitter handles and websites in his name, and chances of missing him or his books are close to nil. But none of these existed when I fell in love with Ruskin Bond, sometime in the ’90s, long before it became fashionable to do so.
Back in the day there were hardly any of his books available. There was, of course, no Flipkart or Amazon. And bookstores, when you asked for him, would point you to the kids’ section. The intellectuals meanwhile would scoff at you for reading children’s books. “You’d never get a good vocabulary by reading a children’s author,” they’d say. But I was no child looking for fairytales; nether did I feel the need for a flowery vocabulary (which still eludes me, by the way), I was a grown woman who could look beyond big words and complicated sentences, at things far more meaningful — the emotions behind his simple prose.
I hadn’t grown up reading Bond. My childhood was peppered with local vernacular comics like Chacha Chaudhry, Champak, Nandan, and the occasional Tinkle Digest. I did not read him in my youth either, for that was when I was trying to fit in by reading — or pretending to read — Sidney Sheldons and Mills and Boons. The titillation they promised was reward enough for a 20-year-old: who cared for subtle romances? It was only much later as an adult trying to make sense of life that I chanced upon his work in a remote corner of the children’s section (there were just about 4-5 of his books as opposed to the dozens we see now). It was also the first time I fell in love with reading. Until then, books had only been passing fancies, now they became intimate friends. And he became a constant in my life, which he remains until today.
But am I the only who feels so strongly about Ruskin Bond? Most certainly not. “I first picked up The Night Train at Deoli (1988) at the school library and have since been hooked to his work. I can easily say that my love-story with the mountains and my dream of living in the hills was actually set into motion by Bond’s works. His books became my window to the life in the mountains, and even outside of them,” feels Sohini Mishra, a communications professional and an avid Ruskin Bond fan. “His stories make me want to go back to simpler things — living in a small house, travelling in public transport, eating basic food and carrying fewer material belongings.”
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