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 106
... road out of Dehra was a gentle decline and soon we were rushing headlong through the tea gardens and eucalyptus forests , the pony's hoofs striking sparks off the metalled road , the carriage wheels groaning and creaking so loudly that ...
... road out of Dehra was a gentle decline and soon we were rushing headlong through the tea gardens and eucalyptus forests , the pony's hoofs striking sparks off the metalled road , the carriage wheels groaning and creaking so loudly that ...
Page 236
... road . He was very merry , and quite drunk . ' Why are you dancing in the road ? ' I asked . ' Because I am happy , that's why , ' said Pitamber . ' And what makes you so happy , my friend ? ' ' Because I am dancing in the road , ' he ...
... road . He was very merry , and quite drunk . ' Why are you dancing in the road ? ' I asked . ' Because I am happy , that's why , ' said Pitamber . ' And what makes you so happy , my friend ? ' ' Because I am dancing in the road , ' he ...
Page 289
... road . Ten minutes later , he is below my window , and sometimes he stops to sit and rest on my steps , or on a parapet farther along the road . Sooner or later , coming or going , I shall pass him on the road or up near the post office ...
... road . Ten minutes later , he is below my window , and sometimes he stops to sit and rest on my steps , or on a parapet farther along the road . Sooner or later , coming or going , I shall pass him on the road or up near the post office ...
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