Growing up I listened, watched, and read many stories from Ruskin Bond. There was always that feeling of melancholy in his stories. They were simple, at times evoking human bonds.
Ek tha Rusty – The TV Show OR Our Trees still grow in Dehra, The Great Train Journey, Strangers in the Night – The short story collections. There are many more from Ruskin Bond.
His stories reflected the simplicity, humbleness, joy, and melancholy.
Interestingly, Ruskin Bond also wrote poems. One such poem –
I Roam No More
I roam no more.
But I can still
See conifers upon this hill
And hear the pines
Whisper in the dark,
Talking to themselves;
For the earth is theirs by right.
And we are but trespassers
By day,
And aliens
In the night.