If I am not for myself,
who will be for me?
And if I am not for others,
what am I?
And if not now, when?'
Himalayan Tales, is another compilation of 13 short stories, three sweet poems and one essay containing his haikus – all written by Ruskin Bond.
Who doesn’t love the Himalayas and the hills? Bond with his captivating tales of the slopes takes us yet again on the snowy rooftops and makes sure we have a thrilling ride all the way to the last page of the book.
My favorite story was a very short story of two pages, The old Lama, narrating a story of an old Tibetan Monk walking down great paths at great lengths of the hills only to return to his homeland Tibet one day.
Another story describes the mile long Landour Bazaar, with narrow and damp streets perfuming with the smells of the sweetmeats frying, smoke from wood or charcoal fires, the sweat and urine of mules, petrol fumes, all of which mingle with the smell of mist and old building and distant pines. The story includes How the Bazaar is 150 years old and was built to serve the need for British soldiers, clock towers in the market, a glimpse of the Mussoorie Tehri road and gives a night view of the Bazaars with Lights still twinkling on the hills, shops fronts shuttered and the little bazaar silent tin roofs of the bazaar, drenched with drew, glistening in the moonlight.
Mentioning some of the Haikus written by Bond in this book to rejoice your day–
Jasmine flowers in her hair,
Languid summer days are here,
And sweet longing scents the air.
One fine day my kite took wing,
Then came a strong wind—
I was left with the string.
Petunias I will praise,
Their soft perfume
Takes me by surprise!
The stories are beautiful as the lovely hills. Do not miss out these tales and until then Tashi Tilay!!. (Good Day)