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 292
... Sitaram came in , flung his arms around , and shattered my eardrums with Talat Mehmood's latest love ballad . I responded with the Volga Boatmen in my best Nelson Eddy manner , and my landlady came running out of her shop downstairs ...
... Sitaram came in , flung his arms around , and shattered my eardrums with Talat Mehmood's latest love ballad . I responded with the Volga Boatmen in my best Nelson Eddy manner , and my landlady came running out of her shop downstairs ...
Page 296
... Sitaram , he seemed so much at home . Caste didn't count for much in a fairly modern town , as Dehra was in those days . In any case , from the way Sitaram was strutting around , acting as though he owned the place , it was generally ...
... Sitaram , he seemed so much at home . Caste didn't count for much in a fairly modern town , as Dehra was in those days . In any case , from the way Sitaram was strutting around , acting as though he owned the place , it was generally ...
Page 299
... Sitaram , sampling a fig and screwing up his face . I tried an almond , found it bitter and spat it out . ' Must have saved them from her wedding day , ' said Sitaram . ' Appropriate in a way , ' I said . ' Nuts for a bunch of nuts ...
... Sitaram , sampling a fig and screwing up his face . I tried an almond , found it bitter and spat it out . ' Must have saved them from her wedding day , ' said Sitaram . ' Appropriate in a way , ' I said . ' Nuts for a bunch of nuts ...
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