Our Tryst With Bond, Ruskin Bond
On the quiet drive back I went over each and every moment of that all too brief meeting. The quiet, elderly gentleman who was listening to everybody with his full attention, all the time sipping his chai from a disposable cup, was the author whom I had loved and admired for a long time.
My experience of meeting Ruskin Bond
About the Author
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