A short and sweet story by Ruskin Bond which is filled with soft narrations by the story-teller mainly about Pipalnagar, a small town in Northern India, where he currently lives, and Delhi, where he dream of moving to one day.
The main protagonist, Arun is a struggling writer, who is waiting for an inspiration to write a phenomenal novel, meanwhile seeking love from a local prostitute, friendship from an orphan & homeless boy, and escape to the capital.
A very simple and neat novel, describing the ordinary lives of a small town's landscape and its people in an extraordinary way. It felt like a journal entry that gives the reader a nostalgic view of the author's memory compilation which had an overwhelming sense of fulfillment, the character wants to achieve once they undertake the quintessential journey to Delhi.
Even though the language was very simple, but the brevity and clarity of the narration was spell-binding. I would like to conclude by quoting Ruskin Bond from the book, which has a direct relationship with our hearts as an Indian and has felt like this at least once in our lifetime...
"The rain swirls over the tress and roofs of the town, and the parched earth soaks it up, exuding a fragrance that comes only once in a year, the fragrance of quenched earth, the most exhilarating of all smells"