Landour: A ‘Bond’ beyond time
By Devanshi Tyagi, B.A. Honours Sociology
Design by Nandana
As I walk through Landour's winding streets, memories of my childhood flood me.These memories drown me in a frenetic whirl & remind me of Ruskin Bond's stories which were set amidst these hills.I remember devouring "The Room on the Roof" and "The Blue Umbrella" on lazy summer afternoons, feeling the misty hills come alive. I smile at the words that once puzzled me, those words, once foreign, have become old friends and while I sought meanings in dictionaries back in the day, I now seek meaning in life’s everyday. Bond's words wove a spell around me, making me fall in love with the hills and their rhythms. Every cedar tree, every quaint shop, and every mist-shrouded valley whispers his stories.
I recall spending hours exploring the hills, discovering hidden streams, and watching the mist roll in, just like Bond's characters. His writing taught me to appreciate the beauty of simple living and the hills' gentle pace. Today, as I stroll through Landour, I relive those moments. The old buildings, the tea stalls, and the hills themselves seem to hold memories of my own stories, intertwined with Bond's.
As I walk down the same lane and as I flip through the pages of the same book, I am reminded of how I've grown. The words that once stirred my imagination now evoke a deeper sense of nostalgia. Ruskin Bond's stories, which were once my escape, now feel like a reflection of my own journey.
The hills, the trees, and the characters that once seemed so distant now feel familiar, like old friends. I see myself in Rusty's struggles and Binya's resilience. Their stories, intertwined with my own, remind me of the lessons I've learned and the memories I've made.
As I turn the pages, I notice the dog-eared corners, the scribbled notes, and the faded bookmarks. Each crease and tear tells a story of its own – of laughter, tears, and late-night reading sessions. The books, like the hills, have been my constant companions, witnessing my growth from innocence to experience.
The same lanes that once led me to hidden streams and secret meadows now guide me through the twists and turns of adulthood. The misty hills, which once shrouded the unknown, now reveal the beauty of perspective. I see the world through different eyes, and yet, the magic remains.
Ruskin Bond's words, like the hills, have stood the test of time. They continue to inspire, to comfort, and to remind me of the beauty of simplicity. As I close the book, I realize that some stories never truly end; they evolve, just like us. And as I walk away from the lane, I know that a part of me will always reside in the hills of Landour and the fragrance of the flowers will continue to linger on.
Lovely design Nandana!!
Beautifully penned down as always Devanshi💗 You took me on a nostalgic ride
So beautifully written and creatively crafted ✨ 💗
The design is so cute and adorable 🥰 😍
The design is so cool🫶
This is so nostalgic, love the way you've penned down your thoughts 🫶