As I walked into the bookstore, I didn’t know the book I wanted to read, but I wanted something to satiate my hunger for mountain rain, which I was badly missing as I couldn’t travel to hills for couple of weeks. A week had already passed and passing another week when I knew it was raining up there, was becoming unbearable.
Unable to decided what I wanted, I walked out of the bookstore and went to watch Star Trek Beyond, a good movie, however once it finished, I found myself wandering back to the bookstore. Hoping to find a book that called out to me, and eventually I found one, Rain the Mountains by Ruskin Bond.
I didn’t read the blurb or anything, picked it up and went to counter and walked out of the bookstore. My first Ruskin Bond read!
Even though I was already in the middle of reading 1984 by George Orwell, I decide to put it on hold as I read Rain the Mountains, while enjoying rain in Delhi.
It is a bit difficult to describe this book, because it isn’t a novel and neither is it an autobiography. It is a collection of journal entries, diary extracts, poems, essays and even a play by Ruskin Bond. And yet, it all feels connected. It feels like a story, a journey, of a man in love with the mountains.
Maybe this is why it is so easy to relate and connect with, because Ruskin talks about things I have seen, experienced, felt, said and dreamed about. It is the connection to mountains and all things associated with it, which even a brief yet regular visitor like me can understand and relate to.
Ruskin Bond does have a way with words and yet manages to keep it all simple, while pouring his emotions into his writing and making it a vivid experience for the reader to enjoy. I guess this is why he is such a famous author for children’s books.
Reading Rain in the Mountains, I was teleported to Mussoorie (a place I am yet to visit as I generally avoid popular hill stations) and could imagine what he felt and saw, whiling looking out of the window or taking a stroll along the road. Even though the book doesn’t entirely talks about the monsoon season over the year, it makes up vast part of it, because it is during the monsoon season, that mountains really come alive. And one of the primary reasons why I do so many trips during monsoon season, yearning to go back to hills (Kumaon in particular) again and again, even though landslides, cloudbursts and flooding scare away majority of tourists.
Coming back to Rain in the Mountains, it is an excellent read for travelers, mountain lovers and those who might not enjoying traveling to mountains much, but appreciate a good read. This was my first Ruskin Bond book, however it won’t certainly be the last one, as I am sure to pick another one up, soon.