Dear Ruskin Bond Sir,
Before writing this virtual
letter, I had already written to you recently after reading Looking Out of My
Window. In one of the chapters, I came across a line that stayed with me and
made me gather the courage to write to you.
In Another Day in Landour, you
wrote:
“I receive many letters from
school children. I can’t reply to all of them, but if there’s a particularly
nice one, I send the writer one of my paperbacks with an encouraging message.”
After reading that, I immediately
wrote a letter and posted it with the address I could find:
Ruskin Bond, Ivy Cottage, Landour,
Mussoorie, Uttarakhand.
I am keeping my fingers crossed,
hoping that Srishti, Siddharth, or Gautam might help my letter find its way to
you—a letter travelling from Chennai with admiration and affection.
Now, through Blogchatter, I get
another opportunity to write to you on your birthday, 19th May, when you turn
92 this year. It feels like a privilege to write to someone whose words have
quietly made the world a better place.
What I admire most about your
writing is that you never preach. Yet every story leaves behind a gentle
lesson, a little warmth, and a reminder about what truly matters. Through your
books, readers learn to notice small things—the rustle of leaves, the joy of
rain, friendships, birds on windowsills, old memories, and the comfort of
books. You make us realize that nature and books are among our truest friends;
they stay with us if only we learn to pay attention.
I came to your books rather late
in life, but perhaps good things arrive at the right time. Your stories reached
me exactly when they were meant to.
Sir, you have inspired generations
and continue to inspire young readers even today. That is a contribution that
will live forever in literature and in human lives, as long as books and
stories continue to exist.
A very happy birthday to you, Sir.
You are always giving us gifts
through your stories, your thoughts, and your words. We simply receive and
cherish them. We may never be able to give you anything equal in return except
our love, gratitude, and good wishes.
Take care, Sir.
With warm regards and affection,
A reader from Chennai
(This blogpost is a part of Blogchatter's BlogHop. Details here : https://www.theblogchatter.com/blogchatter-blog-hop-a-new-way-to-write-collectively)
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