This is another version of a story about meeting Ruskin Bond, that I had written earlier.
Poems
Prompt: Serendipity While cleaning this Diwali I met old friends of mine. Now yellow, wrinkled with age they were books I’d read as a child. As I opened an Enid Blyton book A note fell near my feet In a child’s scrawl, it said: When I grow up I will live in a library And […]
Scribbles
It was the year 2006 when Kiran Desai’s novel The Inheritance of Loss won the Booker prize. Although since then, I have had the good fortune of reading many award-winning books in my career as a literature enthusiast, I distinctly remember that particular book and author. I remember that novel because it was the first […]