The Summer That Never Ended

Every writer has someone who lit the first spark. For me, that spark was Ruskin Bond. ✨
I still remember the first time I held one of his books—The Room on the Roof. It wasn’t just a story. It was an emotion. A quiet whisper of longing, love, nature, and loneliness. Ruskin Bond didn’t need complicated plots or grand heroes. He wrote about the ordinary, and somehow, made it feel extraordinary.
He writes with a simplicity that speaks directly to the heart. His stories aren't loud or flashy—they're soft, reflective, and deeply personal. Whether it’s the hills of Mussoorie, a rainy evening in Landour, or a silent friendship between two strangers—his words stay with you.
What inspires me most is his love for nature, his deep understanding of human emotion, and the way he captures silence better than most writers capture action.
🌧️ Silence can be powerful.
🌻 Small moments matter.
✍️ Write honestly, even if no one’s watching.
🌲 Let nature breathe into your words.
Reading Ruskin Bond feels like sitting on a quiet hill with a warm cup of tea, just watching the world go by. He taught me that stories don’t always need twists and turns—sometimes, a gentle breeze and a kind thought are more than enough.
The Blue Umbrella
A Face in the Dark and Other Hauntings
Rusty, the Boy from the Hills
Rain in the Mountains
Our Trees Still Grow in Dehra
Each one is a gem I go back to, especially when I need to feel grounded.
“It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape.”
That quote lives in my heart—and maybe, in every story I write.
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