Meeting Ruskin Bond house

 Happiness is a mysterious thing, to be found somewhere between too little and too much.” – Ruskin Bond

If you are a book lover, you can’t really visit Mussoorie without realizing that this is Ruskin Bond territory.

You see it in the winding roads and rolling hills. You hear it in a chirp or a caw. You smell it in the sturdiness of the oak tree. You feel the presence of the life that inspired one of India’s greatest writers.

I read Ruskin Bond fairly late in life but was drawn to the simple joys that Bond delights in. Last year, for my birthday, I wanted to see Mussoorie like Bond might – with gentleness, slow moods, and languid walks.

And I so hoped to meet him.

So, I went to the Cambridge Book Depot on Mall Road, a bookshop that Bond is known to haunt, especially on Saturdays when he chuckles and jokes around with children and adults alike. I waited, peering into what surely must have been the most narrow bookstore I had ever visited, books hanging precariously on their aged spines.

He didn’t turn up. I moved on down the road to the Mussoorie Library – another favorite of Bond. This was pulsing with chaos, pushing me away. I gasped. The crowds were too much. This wasn’t the Mussoorie that Bond writes about with such love. This was a chaotic den of trippers coming here to snap selfies and jostle for chaat. Where was the calm? I walked away.

The next day, I walked over to Landour, lost in trails winding and straight. Here was Ruskin Bond’s home – not an idyllic cottage – but a simple whitewashed house overlooking the hills.

ruskin bond's house

It’s calmer here, and I see what the writer sees: a sweeping view of the hills. But a noisy restaurant next door intrudes into the peace. I found a bench in front of the writer’s house and read.

I read for hours. At some point, the noise quieted. Should I go and knock on his door? I wondered. But it seemed rude, an atrocious invasion of his privacy. So, I stayed there, content to just lose myself in the same landscape as a beloved writer.

At some point, a window slammed shut even as the sun started to set sleepily. I shut my book too, and walked away. I never did get to meet Ruskin Bond. But you know what? It felt like I did.

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March 23, 2023 SoulMuserTravellife, reading, travel, writing

16 Replies to “Meeting Ruskin Bond”

Sharika Nair

April 8, 2024 at 2:16 pm Reply

I had been to Mussoorie in 2021. Since Mr. Bond had stopped visiting the Cambridge book store, I very courageously came up with a plan to go to his house and knock on his door. This is not me at all, and I don’t know what came over me! I bought a few egg puffs and made up a small gift bag of a couple books I felt he would enjoy reading. One was a collection of supernatural folk tales from South India. I knocked at his door, despite a sign saying they don’t accept visitors. Someone from his family opened the door, and looking annoyed, took the bag from me. I said my thanks and left, without a glimpse of the man himself. I was not too disappointed, as I really couldn’t hope for more. At another time and frame of mind, I would not have gathered the courage. It’s good to see from your post and above comments that this is something that most visitors to Mussoorie desire and struggle with. 🙂