Friends in Small Places: Ruskin Bond's Unforgettable PeopleThis Collection Brings Together The Best Of Ruskin Bond'S Cameos, All Beautifully Imagined And Crafted, Inspired By People Who Have Left A Lasting Impression On Him. In Addition, There Are A Host Of Characters Culled From Bond'S Numerous Short Stories. Taken Together, They Constitute A Magnificent Evocation Of The Small-Town India By One Of The Country'S Best Storytellers. |
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Page 155
... Binya , ' she said . ' What is yours ? ' ' I've no name . ' ' All right , Mr No - name . ' ' I mean I haven't made a name for myself . We must make our own names , don't you think ? ' ' Binya is my name . I do not wish to have any other ...
... Binya , ' she said . ' What is yours ? ' ' I've no name . ' ' All right , Mr No - name . ' ' I mean I haven't made a name for myself . We must make our own names , don't you think ? ' ' Binya is my name . I do not wish to have any other ...
Page 157
... Binya's breasts . I put my hand against her waist , and kissed her on the soft inside of her arm . She did not say ... Binya ... I take your name again and again — as though by taking it , I can make you hear Binya 157.
... Binya's breasts . I put my hand against her waist , and kissed her on the soft inside of her arm . She did not say ... Binya ... I take your name again and again — as though by taking it , I can make you hear Binya 157.
Page 159
... Binya differed from the feelings I'd had for others ; and that while sex had often been for me a celebration , it had , like any other feast , resulted in satiety , a need for change , a desire to forget ... Binya represented something ...
... Binya differed from the feelings I'd had for others ; and that while sex had often been for me a celebration , it had , like any other feast , resulted in satiety , a need for change , a desire to forget ... Binya represented something ...
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