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Another Day in Landour : Looking Out from My Window
Ruskin Bond is most at home in his cosy room in Landour, a room with a window — from which he looks out on the world. A room where he writes his daily journal.
In these leaves from his journal, written over the past two years, Ruskin describes his days in his unique way: From the joy of seeing a new flower bloom to the pain of a toothache that just can’t be ignored. Outside, the seasons change. In his room, for Ruskin, every morning brings new thoughts, new observations.
Another Day in Landour is an absolute delight for anyone who enjoys Ruskin’s warm, gentle, witty prose, and his wonderful way of looking at nature, at people, at life itself.
In these leaves from his journal, written over the past two years, Ruskin describes his days in his unique way: From the joy of seeing a new flower bloom to the pain of a toothache that just can’t be ignored. Outside, the seasons change. In his room, for Ruskin, every morning brings new thoughts, new observations.
Another Day in Landour is an absolute delight for anyone who enjoys Ruskin’s warm, gentle, witty prose, and his wonderful way of looking at nature, at people, at life itself.
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152 pages, Hardcover
Published May 30, 2025
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Ruskin Bond
681 books3,565 followersRuskin Bond is an Indian author of British descent. He is considered to be an icon among Indian writers and children's authors and a top novelist. He wrote his first novel, The Room on the Roof, when he was seventeen which won John Llewellyn Rhys Memorial Prize in 1957. Since then he has written several novellas, over 500 short stories, as well as various essays and poems, all of which have established him as one of the best-loved and most admired chroniclers of contemporary India. In 1992 he received the Sahitya Akademi award for English writing, for his short stories collection, "Our Trees Still Grow in Dehra", by the Sahitya Akademi, India's National Academy of Letters in India. He was awarded the Padma Shri in 1999 for contributions to children's literature. He now lives with his adopted family in Landour near Mussoorie.
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May 14, 2025
Selections from the ever-charming and often unexpectedly hilarious journal entries of Ruskin Bond. Tender-hearted at one point and almost immediately afterwards morose—but never dwelling on the latter too much. It’s always so calming to read how deeply Bond thinks about the natural world that he grew up in and surrounds him with in his eyrie-like room in Landour. But interestingly, the winning bits of the book for me (and lately Bond’s non-fiction) is the sense of loss and change that he documents wryly and yet poignantly. How his beloved hills above Dehradun have been destroyed by eager Instagram-obsessed tourists and profit-obsessed developers. How so much has changed for the worse in the 91 years he has lived. And through it all, in between picturesque descriptions of flowers and little animals he loves, there are overt, inspiring anti-war, anti-modern/progress statements.
January 7, 2026
Another Day in Landour: Looking Out From My Window is a beautiful collection of Ruskin Bond’s everyday life. Each story has a certain coziness and simplicity that completely draws you in. After visiting Mussoorie last month, I vowed to reread his books, and this title was exactly what I was looking for. More power to him for still gracing us with his stories at 91.
July 15, 2025
14 February
Some rain, enough to make one shiver, but it's been a long dry winter.
Another Day in Landour: Looking Out from My Window is a tender, sweet, soft collection from Ruskin Bond's own kept diary journal.
And as I sail through my own rediscovery of his work- this one takes a golden step in my heart.
April 26, 2025
In his 89th year, Ruskin Bond continues to enchant readers with his gentle wisdom and keen observations in "Another Day in Landour: Looking Out from My Window." This journal, spanning from July 2022 to July 2023, offers an intimate glimpse into the author's daily life at Ivy Cottage in Landour, where he has lived since 1980. As India's most beloved storyteller approaches his ninth decade, he invites us to share his window on the world—a perspective that transforms the ordinary into something quietly extraordinary.
The Window as Witness and Collaborator
"Can a window give you stories and poems and essays and memories over a period of many years?" Bond asks in his preface. For him, the answer is a resounding yes. His bedroom window has been "at the heart of [his] writing" for over four decades, opening onto "sky, clouds, sunshine and rain, all the things that keep us alive." This window becomes more than a mere architectural feature—it's a character in its own right, a faithful companion through the changing seasons of Bond's life.
The journal begins with his charming tradition of noting a "Flower of the Day," often accompanied by its significance in flower-lore or personal meaning. From the "always lovely" Indian Pink to the humble bean flower (which poet John Clare likened to his love), Bond finds beauty in both the spectacular and the commonplace. These botanical observations set the tone for a journal that celebrates life's small pleasures while acknowledging its inevitable pains.
Seasons of Life and Nature
Bond's entries follow the rhythms of the natural world. In monsoon season, he describes ferns flourishing "everywhere, even on the trunks of the oaks and deodars," while winter brings "prowling panthers." The changing weather mirrors his own physical challenges—gout in his writing hand, difficulty walking, failing eyesight—yet he remains resolutely appreciative of life's continuing gifts:
"After the age of eighty, every day is a bonus.
So, savour the moment, make it count."
His descriptive powers shine when capturing dawn breaking over the mountains: "the eastern sky glows red, then bright orange, then apricot, all merging into daylight." Such moments remind us why Bond has long been considered one of India's finest nature writers—he sees with clarity and describes with elegant simplicity.
The Writer's Life at 88
Despite physical ailments, Bond's creative output remains impressive. He mentions finishing stories like "The Girl on the Rock" and "The Night Has a Thousand Eyes," receiving fan mail (including one who remembered only that his book "had a blue cover"), and celebrating his success as Amazon's Author of the Month. His wry humor appears when he notes: "Amazon has named me its Author of the Month for November. So I'm not a has-been just yet, though some would like me to be one."
The journal reveals Bond's writing process and philosophy. When confronted with writer's block, he looks out his window for inspiration. Even on foggy days when "the road, the mountains, the valley, all gone," he finds material in a small skink hiding in a rubber plant, turning it into a nonsense verse. His dedication to his craft is unwavering: "Seventy years of writing has damaged my sword-hand," he writes, yet he persists.
Family, Friendship, and Feline Companions
Bond's journal paints a warm portrait of his household at Ivy Cottage. We meet Beena and Rakesh (who help him up the "most tortuous flight of steps in all of Landour"), their children Siddharth, Shrishti, and Gautam, and the house cats Mimi and Bat-cat, whose territorial disputes and reconciliations provide ongoing entertainment.
These family members sustain him physically and emotionally. After noting his gratitude for their help, he reflects: "Living alone is fine when you are young, but as the years go by, the whole business of living takes its toll on the body, if not the mind, and it becomes increasingly difficult to manage without some help." His appreciation for his family's care is evident throughout the journal.
Philosophical Reflections
Bond's entries often expand from specific observations to broader reflections on human nature, history, and mortality. After noting how the hill station of Mussoorie has remained isolated from surrounding villages despite its two-hundred-year existence, he calls it "truly an excrescence." When reporting on global disasters (the collapse of a bridge in Gujarat, fatal crowd crushes in South Korea), he muses: "Life isn't about rewards and punishments, it's about consequences."
His thoughts on hatred are particularly insightful. He observes how bitterness poisons both body and soul, contrasting bitter acquaintances who died alone with cheerful ones who thrived despite hardship. With characteristic humility, he admits his own youthful temper while noting how age has tempered his reactions.
Shortcomings: Repetition and Occasional Superficiality
While Bond's observations are generally perceptive, some entries feel repetitive or underdeveloped. The journal occasionally meanders, with some entries consisting of just a line or two. His commentary on world events sometimes lacks depth, as when he oversimplifies complex political situations or makes sweeping generalizations about human behavior.
The book's format—daily entries of varying length—naturally leads to some unevenness. Certain topics appear repeatedly (his gout, the weather, visitors) without significant new insight. Some readers might wish for more sustained exploration of the philosophical questions he raises.
A Window Worth Looking Through
Despite these minor flaws, "Another Day in Landour" offers genuine rewards to patient readers. Bond's unpretentious wisdom, gentle humor, and unfailing kindness shine through even the briefest entries. His perspective—informed by nearly nine decades of observation—provides a refreshing antidote to our culture's frenetic pace and obsession with novelty.
This journal follows in the tradition of Bond's earlier autobiographical works like "Scenes from a Writer's Life" and "Lone Fox Dancing," but focuses more intimately on the present moment rather than past adventures. Fans of other nature diarists like Thoreau or Gilbert White will appreciate Bond's attention to seasonal changes and local flora and fauna, while those seeking philosophical reflection will find kinship with his musings on time, memory, and meaning.
Final Thoughts: Life Observed and Treasured
Bond ends his journal where he began—celebrating the window that has witnessed so much of his life and work. In his final entry, he encourages readers to follow his example:
"Read a little, write a little. Listen to music. Take a short walk. And if walking is difficult, go for a drive.
If you can't do that, open the window and look at the birds, the trees, the cats, the dogs, the mules, the monkeys... look at the people, no two of them the same."
This is Bond at his best—offering simple yet profound advice for finding joy in the everyday. "Another Day in Landour" is not just a record of one man's days; it's an invitation to look more closely at our own lives, to find beauty in small things, and to cultivate gratitude for the time we're given.
As the 88-year-old Bond continues writing with undiminished enthusiasm, he demonstrates that creativity and curiosity need not diminish with age. His window remains open, and through it, we glimpse not just the mountains of Landour but the landscape of a remarkable life still being lived to its fullest.
The Window as Witness and Collaborator
"Can a window give you stories and poems and essays and memories over a period of many years?" Bond asks in his preface. For him, the answer is a resounding yes. His bedroom window has been "at the heart of [his] writing" for over four decades, opening onto "sky, clouds, sunshine and rain, all the things that keep us alive." This window becomes more than a mere architectural feature—it's a character in its own right, a faithful companion through the changing seasons of Bond's life.
The journal begins with his charming tradition of noting a "Flower of the Day," often accompanied by its significance in flower-lore or personal meaning. From the "always lovely" Indian Pink to the humble bean flower (which poet John Clare likened to his love), Bond finds beauty in both the spectacular and the commonplace. These botanical observations set the tone for a journal that celebrates life's small pleasures while acknowledging its inevitable pains.
Seasons of Life and Nature
Bond's entries follow the rhythms of the natural world. In monsoon season, he describes ferns flourishing "everywhere, even on the trunks of the oaks and deodars," while winter brings "prowling panthers." The changing weather mirrors his own physical challenges—gout in his writing hand, difficulty walking, failing eyesight—yet he remains resolutely appreciative of life's continuing gifts:
"After the age of eighty, every day is a bonus.
So, savour the moment, make it count."
His descriptive powers shine when capturing dawn breaking over the mountains: "the eastern sky glows red, then bright orange, then apricot, all merging into daylight." Such moments remind us why Bond has long been considered one of India's finest nature writers—he sees with clarity and describes with elegant simplicity.
The Writer's Life at 88
Despite physical ailments, Bond's creative output remains impressive. He mentions finishing stories like "The Girl on the Rock" and "The Night Has a Thousand Eyes," receiving fan mail (including one who remembered only that his book "had a blue cover"), and celebrating his success as Amazon's Author of the Month. His wry humor appears when he notes: "Amazon has named me its Author of the Month for November. So I'm not a has-been just yet, though some would like me to be one."
The journal reveals Bond's writing process and philosophy. When confronted with writer's block, he looks out his window for inspiration. Even on foggy days when "the road, the mountains, the valley, all gone," he finds material in a small skink hiding in a rubber plant, turning it into a nonsense verse. His dedication to his craft is unwavering: "Seventy years of writing has damaged my sword-hand," he writes, yet he persists.
Family, Friendship, and Feline Companions
Bond's journal paints a warm portrait of his household at Ivy Cottage. We meet Beena and Rakesh (who help him up the "most tortuous flight of steps in all of Landour"), their children Siddharth, Shrishti, and Gautam, and the house cats Mimi and Bat-cat, whose territorial disputes and reconciliations provide ongoing entertainment.
These family members sustain him physically and emotionally. After noting his gratitude for their help, he reflects: "Living alone is fine when you are young, but as the years go by, the whole business of living takes its toll on the body, if not the mind, and it becomes increasingly difficult to manage without some help." His appreciation for his family's care is evident throughout the journal.
Philosophical Reflections
Bond's entries often expand from specific observations to broader reflections on human nature, history, and mortality. After noting how the hill station of Mussoorie has remained isolated from surrounding villages despite its two-hundred-year existence, he calls it "truly an excrescence." When reporting on global disasters (the collapse of a bridge in Gujarat, fatal crowd crushes in South Korea), he muses: "Life isn't about rewards and punishments, it's about consequences."
His thoughts on hatred are particularly insightful. He observes how bitterness poisons both body and soul, contrasting bitter acquaintances who died alone with cheerful ones who thrived despite hardship. With characteristic humility, he admits his own youthful temper while noting how age has tempered his reactions.
Shortcomings: Repetition and Occasional Superficiality
While Bond's observations are generally perceptive, some entries feel repetitive or underdeveloped. The journal occasionally meanders, with some entries consisting of just a line or two. His commentary on world events sometimes lacks depth, as when he oversimplifies complex political situations or makes sweeping generalizations about human behavior.
The book's format—daily entries of varying length—naturally leads to some unevenness. Certain topics appear repeatedly (his gout, the weather, visitors) without significant new insight. Some readers might wish for more sustained exploration of the philosophical questions he raises.
A Window Worth Looking Through
Despite these minor flaws, "Another Day in Landour" offers genuine rewards to patient readers. Bond's unpretentious wisdom, gentle humor, and unfailing kindness shine through even the briefest entries. His perspective—informed by nearly nine decades of observation—provides a refreshing antidote to our culture's frenetic pace and obsession with novelty.
This journal follows in the tradition of Bond's earlier autobiographical works like "Scenes from a Writer's Life" and "Lone Fox Dancing," but focuses more intimately on the present moment rather than past adventures. Fans of other nature diarists like Thoreau or Gilbert White will appreciate Bond's attention to seasonal changes and local flora and fauna, while those seeking philosophical reflection will find kinship with his musings on time, memory, and meaning.
Final Thoughts: Life Observed and Treasured
Bond ends his journal where he began—celebrating the window that has witnessed so much of his life and work. In his final entry, he encourages readers to follow his example:
"Read a little, write a little. Listen to music. Take a short walk. And if walking is difficult, go for a drive.
If you can't do that, open the window and look at the birds, the trees, the cats, the dogs, the mules, the monkeys... look at the people, no two of them the same."
This is Bond at his best—offering simple yet profound advice for finding joy in the everyday. "Another Day in Landour" is not just a record of one man's days; it's an invitation to look more closely at our own lives, to find beauty in small things, and to cultivate gratitude for the time we're given.
As the 88-year-old Bond continues writing with undiminished enthusiasm, he demonstrates that creativity and curiosity need not diminish with age. His window remains open, and through it, we glimpse not just the mountains of Landour but the landscape of a remarkable life still being lived to its fullest.
April 20, 2025
“𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡.
𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.”
• I'm not a writer but I'm a mere reviewer. A book reviewer who thinks it'll be the last irresponsible day of my life when I'll not be able to read a book. But never thought of the fact if a writer can think the same. A world famous writer or a beginner - if he or she can't think after writing a chapter of his or her creation? What's the feeling?
• We all know 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝. A versatile author whom we love and respect the most. His creation 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐑: 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 is a kind of autobiography but in a diary format.
• He's 90? Isn't that great? But I felt remorse in his writing today. He's missing something. From my childhood I went on a deep thinking - how do they live? What is the source of their writing? - and now I know. They're the same. We're the same. Just one difference. He's a writer and we're his readers.
𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.”
• I'm not a writer but I'm a mere reviewer. A book reviewer who thinks it'll be the last irresponsible day of my life when I'll not be able to read a book. But never thought of the fact if a writer can think the same. A world famous writer or a beginner - if he or she can't think after writing a chapter of his or her creation? What's the feeling?
• We all know 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝. A versatile author whom we love and respect the most. His creation 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐑: 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 is a kind of autobiography but in a diary format.
• He's 90? Isn't that great? But I felt remorse in his writing today. He's missing something. From my childhood I went on a deep thinking - how do they live? What is the source of their writing? - and now I know. They're the same. We're the same. Just one difference. He's a writer and we're his readers.
May 21, 2025
"We weren't really built to live too long. But life is precious, wonderful at times, and we cling to it like limpets."
Yet another reminder to all of us what a treasure Ruskin Bond is! A gentle and warm journal turned into a book that feels nothing less than a hug.
Yet another reminder to all of us what a treasure Ruskin Bond is! A gentle and warm journal turned into a book that feels nothing less than a hug.
January 11, 2026
Another Day In Landour – Looking out from my Window…
By Ruskin Bond
An Honest Review:
On a 1 hour flight to Delhi, I picked up Air India’s in house Magazine – Namaste.ai
1 hour is too short for a podcast and too long for just one episode of a sitcom. Picking up the paperback I keep in my bag sometimes invites looks- And then I can’t concentrate on the book. So, I have made it a habit to pick up the Magazines and read them from cover to cover. Pause at articles that catch my eye and skip the rest. This time around, a candid interview with Ruskin Bond, the author of “The room on the Roof” and other famous novels caught my eye. This interview talked about his new book- “Another Day In Landour” and his life recently in the hills of Landour… I made up my mind to pick the book up as soon as I reach home…
I have had an on and off relationship with Journals. Especially around New Years, the 1st of January(ies) when A pen and a fresh journal or an office diary creeps into my hand with a faint promise of pouring my thoughts onto it. And it goes on for a few days, sometimes weeks.. And then life gets in the way. A few days of discontinuity feels like having cheated on it. Unable to show up in front of it again. And then I give up. Some tough days deserve my thoughts on a paper and they do get their place, but not on the same journal which had high hopes and big plans written on it. It feets out of place, maybe
Reading this book gave me a different perspective to journals. Mr. Bond, now 91 years old, living quietly in Landour says at the start of the book: “I have kept journals over the years, but never on a regular basis. Sometimes too much was happening, sometimes too little”- which makes me think: Why can’t I do the same? Will writing my hopes, successes, failures, heartbreaks in the same book spoil my journals? Life, Is a mixed bag after all. Some days will end being so tiring that I’ll rarely have time to jot down my thoughts and on some, I may have an abundance of time, I might feel like sketching the whole week or month on paper. And so I headed out to the nearest Stationery Store to get myself an Undated Journal- Nothing too flashy, just a simple hardcover with enough pages on it to cover the good days and the bad…And I Hope it works out this year..
Now on to the book: Mr. Bond, as we know him, is really close to Nature, especially hills. And he has used a concept in this Book which I am going to steal for my journals. He has picked up “Flower of the Day”, “Flavour of the day”, “Scent of the Day” as I guess, Prompts on days he might have had low motivation to write.. And he has drawn parallels of these flowers, flavours and scents with his life. I think it’s a cool concept. I also came across a chapter where He ended it with a phrase: “No Flower of the Day” and that was symbolic in a way which said the day was undeserving of a flower. It’s amazing how the absence of something as simple as a flower could hint about a gloomy day or a feeling which can’t be put into words.
Since it is a journal collection, there’s no story. I will talk about the quotes which left an impact on me:
“And when the last flower has faded and fallen, our world will be no more”
Flowers hold importance. Not just from an aesthetic point of view, but from nature’s perspective as well. They serve as the ultimate symbol of creation as Mr. Bond puts it. Flowers and grass remind us of the intricate ways in which nature works to keep this cycle called life going on.
“There have been one or two occasions in my life when I have been swindled out of large sums of money. Somehow, this did not make me angry enough to hate. Rather, it saddened me , because it amounted to a betrayal of trust – and revealed a certain naivete on my part: because I am, I suppose, too trusting.”
This line struck a chord with me because I have been in situations of similar sort where I have been too giving and people have taken advantage of it. They made it a habit. And I was too Naïve to believe that my dynamic with them went on further than just money.. It didn’t.
But Mr. Bond says something which might be of importance here -- “Look back on your life and make a list of those who gave freely, and those who took greedily. I am afraid the takers make a longer list; but as long as there are a few givers, the world won’t be too abysmal a place”
“We have to be philosophical about life’s disappointments”
And it's true- we cannot dwell on life’s disappointments, because they are plenty and recurring. Instead, we can find a quote to live by or a story to believe. Anything of that sort, anything to keep you going. I have written this on my desk in huge letters: “Whatever happens, happens for good”. And on days when I am flustered. A simple glance at the text calms my nerves and gives me hope to carry on.
“Things happen during railway journeys in a way that they don’t happen on a bus trip or air travel. An airport is a busy place, but arid and without character. A railway station has a life of its own, and no two stations are alike”
Since my father was in the Indian Air Force, we had to travel to different parts of the country in trains, every 3-4 years, and not to forget the travelling from the place of posting to our hometown. And every journey was a train journey. I have spent long hours on trains a number of times. And it is a feeling which cannot be described. Sure, travelling by train in India has its own set of challenges. But I quite fancied it. The constant hustle-bustle of days and serene silence of nights at unknown stations gives me chills. A side lower berth with some railway tea and samosa can make up a core memory. And I have had some of the best experiences on trains with family and friends. Now that I am all grown up and am working far from home. I travel by air, and I agree with Mr. Bond- Airport may be a busy place, but it's arid and devoid of character.
“Life isn’t about rewards and punishments, it’s about consequences.”
If we look at it this way: without worrying about the oncoming reward or the punishment, doing good will invite good consequences (sooner or later) and doing bad will invite bad consequences (often sooner than later). We might end up making this world a better place..
Mr. Bond has written short journals, in simple language, easy for everyone to understand. He has raised his concern of the rising unsustainable tourism in his own matter-of-factly way. As he puts it – “Even hill stations have their expiry date, and some have gone past it.”
At times, I found traces of age catching up to him: He has repeatedly mentioned the pain in his hand and joints due to Gout, which is slowly making Writing painful. But he still cannot go without completely abandoning it and returns to it whenever possible. His Passion- Writing, surpasses his limitations even at the age of 91. As he puts it- “ One must aim for perfection. We fall short of course. But the striving for perfection does often result in excellence and even glory”.. As I am sure Mr. Bond’s later works will be remembered as literary masterpieces just as his earlier works.
So write your journals, people. Who knows? A year’s worth of it could turn into a book - or something you’ll proudly look back at. As for me, I’m already on Day 11.
By Ruskin Bond
An Honest Review:
On a 1 hour flight to Delhi, I picked up Air India’s in house Magazine – Namaste.ai
1 hour is too short for a podcast and too long for just one episode of a sitcom. Picking up the paperback I keep in my bag sometimes invites looks- And then I can’t concentrate on the book. So, I have made it a habit to pick up the Magazines and read them from cover to cover. Pause at articles that catch my eye and skip the rest. This time around, a candid interview with Ruskin Bond, the author of “The room on the Roof” and other famous novels caught my eye. This interview talked about his new book- “Another Day In Landour” and his life recently in the hills of Landour… I made up my mind to pick the book up as soon as I reach home…
I have had an on and off relationship with Journals. Especially around New Years, the 1st of January(ies) when A pen and a fresh journal or an office diary creeps into my hand with a faint promise of pouring my thoughts onto it. And it goes on for a few days, sometimes weeks.. And then life gets in the way. A few days of discontinuity feels like having cheated on it. Unable to show up in front of it again. And then I give up. Some tough days deserve my thoughts on a paper and they do get their place, but not on the same journal which had high hopes and big plans written on it. It feets out of place, maybe
Reading this book gave me a different perspective to journals. Mr. Bond, now 91 years old, living quietly in Landour says at the start of the book: “I have kept journals over the years, but never on a regular basis. Sometimes too much was happening, sometimes too little”- which makes me think: Why can’t I do the same? Will writing my hopes, successes, failures, heartbreaks in the same book spoil my journals? Life, Is a mixed bag after all. Some days will end being so tiring that I’ll rarely have time to jot down my thoughts and on some, I may have an abundance of time, I might feel like sketching the whole week or month on paper. And so I headed out to the nearest Stationery Store to get myself an Undated Journal- Nothing too flashy, just a simple hardcover with enough pages on it to cover the good days and the bad…And I Hope it works out this year..
Now on to the book: Mr. Bond, as we know him, is really close to Nature, especially hills. And he has used a concept in this Book which I am going to steal for my journals. He has picked up “Flower of the Day”, “Flavour of the day”, “Scent of the Day” as I guess, Prompts on days he might have had low motivation to write.. And he has drawn parallels of these flowers, flavours and scents with his life. I think it’s a cool concept. I also came across a chapter where He ended it with a phrase: “No Flower of the Day” and that was symbolic in a way which said the day was undeserving of a flower. It’s amazing how the absence of something as simple as a flower could hint about a gloomy day or a feeling which can’t be put into words.
Since it is a journal collection, there’s no story. I will talk about the quotes which left an impact on me:
“And when the last flower has faded and fallen, our world will be no more”
Flowers hold importance. Not just from an aesthetic point of view, but from nature’s perspective as well. They serve as the ultimate symbol of creation as Mr. Bond puts it. Flowers and grass remind us of the intricate ways in which nature works to keep this cycle called life going on.
“There have been one or two occasions in my life when I have been swindled out of large sums of money. Somehow, this did not make me angry enough to hate. Rather, it saddened me , because it amounted to a betrayal of trust – and revealed a certain naivete on my part: because I am, I suppose, too trusting.”
This line struck a chord with me because I have been in situations of similar sort where I have been too giving and people have taken advantage of it. They made it a habit. And I was too Naïve to believe that my dynamic with them went on further than just money.. It didn’t.
But Mr. Bond says something which might be of importance here -- “Look back on your life and make a list of those who gave freely, and those who took greedily. I am afraid the takers make a longer list; but as long as there are a few givers, the world won’t be too abysmal a place”
“We have to be philosophical about life’s disappointments”
And it's true- we cannot dwell on life’s disappointments, because they are plenty and recurring. Instead, we can find a quote to live by or a story to believe. Anything of that sort, anything to keep you going. I have written this on my desk in huge letters: “Whatever happens, happens for good”. And on days when I am flustered. A simple glance at the text calms my nerves and gives me hope to carry on.
“Things happen during railway journeys in a way that they don’t happen on a bus trip or air travel. An airport is a busy place, but arid and without character. A railway station has a life of its own, and no two stations are alike”
Since my father was in the Indian Air Force, we had to travel to different parts of the country in trains, every 3-4 years, and not to forget the travelling from the place of posting to our hometown. And every journey was a train journey. I have spent long hours on trains a number of times. And it is a feeling which cannot be described. Sure, travelling by train in India has its own set of challenges. But I quite fancied it. The constant hustle-bustle of days and serene silence of nights at unknown stations gives me chills. A side lower berth with some railway tea and samosa can make up a core memory. And I have had some of the best experiences on trains with family and friends. Now that I am all grown up and am working far from home. I travel by air, and I agree with Mr. Bond- Airport may be a busy place, but it's arid and devoid of character.
“Life isn’t about rewards and punishments, it’s about consequences.”
If we look at it this way: without worrying about the oncoming reward or the punishment, doing good will invite good consequences (sooner or later) and doing bad will invite bad consequences (often sooner than later). We might end up making this world a better place..
Mr. Bond has written short journals, in simple language, easy for everyone to understand. He has raised his concern of the rising unsustainable tourism in his own matter-of-factly way. As he puts it – “Even hill stations have their expiry date, and some have gone past it.”
At times, I found traces of age catching up to him: He has repeatedly mentioned the pain in his hand and joints due to Gout, which is slowly making Writing painful. But he still cannot go without completely abandoning it and returns to it whenever possible. His Passion- Writing, surpasses his limitations even at the age of 91. As he puts it- “ One must aim for perfection. We fall short of course. But the striving for perfection does often result in excellence and even glory”.. As I am sure Mr. Bond’s later works will be remembered as literary masterpieces just as his earlier works.
So write your journals, people. Who knows? A year’s worth of it could turn into a book - or something you’ll proudly look back at. As for me, I’m already on Day 11.
September 17, 2025
In Another Day in Landour, Looking Out from My Window, Ruskin Bond reflects on the realities of ageing, the quiet act of observation, and the value of ordinary moments. As he notes, when advancing years limit one’s ability to move about freely, the window becomes both a literal and symbolic connection to the outside world. For Bond, looking out each day is not merely a habit but a practice of finding meaning—even in gloomier times, there is always something to notice, some thread of positivity to hold on to.
Bond admits that he is philosophical at times, but not spiritual. His reflections remain grounded in life as it is lived—sometimes joyful, sometimes painful, but always honest. He writes openly of the discomforts of age: gout, tooth loss, eye problems, fungal infections. These troubles interrupt his days, yet he finds ways to endure them through reading, writing, and observing the world around him.
Family plays an important role in these writings. He warmly appreciates Beena, Shrishti, Siddharth, and Gautam, acknowledging their presence in his daily life. His musings also stretch outward, to the natural world and its challenges, human suffering, and environmental concerns—especially the damage caused by plastic pollution. These reflections reveal not only a personal record but also a thoughtful engagement with the future of the planet.
Literature, naturally, runs through the book like a familiar companion. Bond recalls other writers and their themes, paying attention to the way rivers, detectives, and other motifs have shaped storytelling. His own long-standing affection for railway stations resurfaces, highlighting their significance both in his personal memories and in his fiction. Interspersed are poems and limericks, lightening the tone while reinforcing his enduring love for words.
The book is richly textured with personal detail. The sound of rain on a tin roof, water dripping into a study-bedroom, the comfort of simple breakfasts, Beena’s fasting, or even his fondness for vodka—all find their way into the narrative. His bond with readers is celebrated through anecdotes of fan letters, house visits, birthday gatherings, book launches, and interviews, which underscore his lasting connection with his audience.
Structurally, the work draws from three broad phases of his life while weaving in journal entries that occasionally acknowledge global events. Childhood memories resurface, creating a bridge between past and present, while long drives with Siddharth bring in another layer of personal warmth.
At its core, Another Day in Landour emphasizes two essential qualities: patience and adjustment. For Bond, these are the keys to living meaningfully in the face of age and limitation. His writing reminds us that while pain and loss are inevitable, they need not diminish the richness of life.
With simplicity, candour, and quiet wisdom, Ruskin Bond offers readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant journal. Not spiritual but gently philosophical, the book reaffirms the enduring power of observation, literature, and memory to sustain a meaningful life.
Bond admits that he is philosophical at times, but not spiritual. His reflections remain grounded in life as it is lived—sometimes joyful, sometimes painful, but always honest. He writes openly of the discomforts of age: gout, tooth loss, eye problems, fungal infections. These troubles interrupt his days, yet he finds ways to endure them through reading, writing, and observing the world around him.
Family plays an important role in these writings. He warmly appreciates Beena, Shrishti, Siddharth, and Gautam, acknowledging their presence in his daily life. His musings also stretch outward, to the natural world and its challenges, human suffering, and environmental concerns—especially the damage caused by plastic pollution. These reflections reveal not only a personal record but also a thoughtful engagement with the future of the planet.
Literature, naturally, runs through the book like a familiar companion. Bond recalls other writers and their themes, paying attention to the way rivers, detectives, and other motifs have shaped storytelling. His own long-standing affection for railway stations resurfaces, highlighting their significance both in his personal memories and in his fiction. Interspersed are poems and limericks, lightening the tone while reinforcing his enduring love for words.
The book is richly textured with personal detail. The sound of rain on a tin roof, water dripping into a study-bedroom, the comfort of simple breakfasts, Beena’s fasting, or even his fondness for vodka—all find their way into the narrative. His bond with readers is celebrated through anecdotes of fan letters, house visits, birthday gatherings, book launches, and interviews, which underscore his lasting connection with his audience.
Structurally, the work draws from three broad phases of his life while weaving in journal entries that occasionally acknowledge global events. Childhood memories resurface, creating a bridge between past and present, while long drives with Siddharth bring in another layer of personal warmth.
At its core, Another Day in Landour emphasizes two essential qualities: patience and adjustment. For Bond, these are the keys to living meaningfully in the face of age and limitation. His writing reminds us that while pain and loss are inevitable, they need not diminish the richness of life.
With simplicity, candour, and quiet wisdom, Ruskin Bond offers readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant journal. Not spiritual but gently philosophical, the book reaffirms the enduring power of observation, literature, and memory to sustain a meaningful life.
April 19, 2025
In a literary landscape often crowded with urgency and noise, "Another Day in Landour" by Ruskin Bond arrives like a deep breath in the middle of chaos. It is not a book that demands to be devoured; rather, it invites the reader to sit beside it, gently, and listen it like a friend on a quiet walk through mist-laden hills.
His ever familiar setting in his room in Landour with its now-iconic window becomes both a literal and metaphorical lens through which he contemplates the world. The room is no longer just a writing space; it is a sanctuary, a crucible for thought, reflection, memory, and renewal. From here, the author watches fern scling to tree trunks, seasons tiptoe in and out, and birds carry on their endless symphonies all of which he captures with the simplicity and grace only he can muster.
One of the central strengths of this work lies in its ability to balance nostalgia with nuance. While the rustle of leaves and the blooming of wildflowers evoke warmth and familiarity, he does not shy away from chronicling the more somber undercurrents of aging, the toothaches, the growing solitude, the ghosts of friendships past, and the steady tick of time. “Every time I complete a year of my life, I feel as though it's been a victory,” he writes. That line alone encapsulates the emotional core of this book: aging not as a descent, but a quiet triumph.
There is beauty, yes, but also the acknowledgment of decay; there is serenity, but also the static of the outside world creeping in. These juxtapositions lend the book a philosophical depth that goes far beyond its seemingly quaint exterior.
His prose is as disarmingly simple as ever but do not mistake this simplicity for superficiality. His words carry the cadence of wisdom earned through years of silent observation. There’s a warmth in his wit, a quiet confidence in his restraint. Much like nature itself, his writing asks you to slow down and pay attention not just to what’s being said, but to what’s being felt.
The real magic of this book lies in its ability to turn the lens gently back onto the reader. As he chronicles the shifting light of the mountains, or the way ferns surprise him each August, we begin to reflect on our own rhythms as the small joys we’ve missed, the memories we carry, the aging we often ignore.
In conclusion, this book is more than a journal; it is a quiet meditation on life, a tribute to the present moment, and a masterclass in the art of observation. It is a book for readers who long for the slow unfurling of thought and feeling, for those who find peace in bird songs and poetry in fallen leaves. In his words, one is reminded that life’s richest truths often come not from grand adventures, but from simply looking out the window and truly seeing.
His ever familiar setting in his room in Landour with its now-iconic window becomes both a literal and metaphorical lens through which he contemplates the world. The room is no longer just a writing space; it is a sanctuary, a crucible for thought, reflection, memory, and renewal. From here, the author watches fern scling to tree trunks, seasons tiptoe in and out, and birds carry on their endless symphonies all of which he captures with the simplicity and grace only he can muster.
One of the central strengths of this work lies in its ability to balance nostalgia with nuance. While the rustle of leaves and the blooming of wildflowers evoke warmth and familiarity, he does not shy away from chronicling the more somber undercurrents of aging, the toothaches, the growing solitude, the ghosts of friendships past, and the steady tick of time. “Every time I complete a year of my life, I feel as though it's been a victory,” he writes. That line alone encapsulates the emotional core of this book: aging not as a descent, but a quiet triumph.
There is beauty, yes, but also the acknowledgment of decay; there is serenity, but also the static of the outside world creeping in. These juxtapositions lend the book a philosophical depth that goes far beyond its seemingly quaint exterior.
His prose is as disarmingly simple as ever but do not mistake this simplicity for superficiality. His words carry the cadence of wisdom earned through years of silent observation. There’s a warmth in his wit, a quiet confidence in his restraint. Much like nature itself, his writing asks you to slow down and pay attention not just to what’s being said, but to what’s being felt.
The real magic of this book lies in its ability to turn the lens gently back onto the reader. As he chronicles the shifting light of the mountains, or the way ferns surprise him each August, we begin to reflect on our own rhythms as the small joys we’ve missed, the memories we carry, the aging we often ignore.
In conclusion, this book is more than a journal; it is a quiet meditation on life, a tribute to the present moment, and a masterclass in the art of observation. It is a book for readers who long for the slow unfurling of thought and feeling, for those who find peace in bird songs and poetry in fallen leaves. In his words, one is reminded that life’s richest truths often come not from grand adventures, but from simply looking out the window and truly seeing.
May 8, 2025
"Each year is a conquest.
Every time I complete a year in my life, I feel as though it's been a victory."
First of all the cover is top-notch. It's bright and compelling. This is a book you can definitely judge by its cover.
The first novel I read by Ruskin Bond was The Room on the Roof and it left a mark on my younger self and now I'm reading a book he wrote dedicated to the window of his room in Landour, Mussoorie so needless to say, Another Day In Landour is a journal.
What I love about Ruskin Bond's writing is how it's so positive and warm. It's beautiful and lucid. He doesn't use unnecessarily complicated vocabularies so readers of all age groups can enjoy his writings.
On the page of 12th September and 18th February his perspective on our planet and human beings is quite thought-provoking.
🌷 He started few days of the journal with flowers and their symbolism. From learning from insects to scents and flavours of nature and important message to protect old trees this journal depicts how much the author cares about the creations of the nature.
🌷 Other than nature, he talks about life and people; analysis of life events, experiences and emotions like love, hatred, friendship, aging, family, empathy etc. I found it very empathetic that he wished for mules that died in Kedarnath out of exhaustion, may born again as men and their owners as mules.
🌷 This journal has a touch of humour and wit; instances like losing a front tooth due to old age and forgetting about it whil smiling in a picture.
🌷 "A love of books is the best insurance agains old age."
I loved the mentions of books he read and its characters and also his own books. They reminded me of the time when I read those myself. Nostalgia is also a big part of it.
🌷 Mentions of delicious dishes like apricot jam, pumpkin petha and halwa, Chicken roast, mutton kofta curry guarantee to make you drool.
🌷 There are a lot of quotes and messages in this journal;
"Our thoughts are free to roam wherever they wish, and no one can hinder them. Lie away thinking, or spend an entire afternoon in thought; there is no rationing of your thoughts, no limitations.
🌷 What made me relate to this book is my grandfather is of same age and I could connect the author's experiences to his. This journal shares a lot about aging. I feel this book is for almost all age groups. While old age people will directly relate to the author's thoughts, young readers will definitely benefit from his views on various events of life.
Overall, this journal is a celebration of life through a man who has shared his thoughts and perspectives for us to dissect in our own way.
Every time I complete a year in my life, I feel as though it's been a victory."
First of all the cover is top-notch. It's bright and compelling. This is a book you can definitely judge by its cover.
The first novel I read by Ruskin Bond was The Room on the Roof and it left a mark on my younger self and now I'm reading a book he wrote dedicated to the window of his room in Landour, Mussoorie so needless to say, Another Day In Landour is a journal.
What I love about Ruskin Bond's writing is how it's so positive and warm. It's beautiful and lucid. He doesn't use unnecessarily complicated vocabularies so readers of all age groups can enjoy his writings.
On the page of 12th September and 18th February his perspective on our planet and human beings is quite thought-provoking.
🌷 He started few days of the journal with flowers and their symbolism. From learning from insects to scents and flavours of nature and important message to protect old trees this journal depicts how much the author cares about the creations of the nature.
🌷 Other than nature, he talks about life and people; analysis of life events, experiences and emotions like love, hatred, friendship, aging, family, empathy etc. I found it very empathetic that he wished for mules that died in Kedarnath out of exhaustion, may born again as men and their owners as mules.
🌷 This journal has a touch of humour and wit; instances like losing a front tooth due to old age and forgetting about it whil smiling in a picture.
🌷 "A love of books is the best insurance agains old age."
I loved the mentions of books he read and its characters and also his own books. They reminded me of the time when I read those myself. Nostalgia is also a big part of it.
🌷 Mentions of delicious dishes like apricot jam, pumpkin petha and halwa, Chicken roast, mutton kofta curry guarantee to make you drool.
🌷 There are a lot of quotes and messages in this journal;
"Our thoughts are free to roam wherever they wish, and no one can hinder them. Lie away thinking, or spend an entire afternoon in thought; there is no rationing of your thoughts, no limitations.
🌷 What made me relate to this book is my grandfather is of same age and I could connect the author's experiences to his. This journal shares a lot about aging. I feel this book is for almost all age groups. While old age people will directly relate to the author's thoughts, young readers will definitely benefit from his views on various events of life.
Overall, this journal is a celebration of life through a man who has shared his thoughts and perspectives for us to dissect in our own way.
April 13, 2025
-A Grim but Lovely Celebration of Life-
Review of 'Another Day in Landour'
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"𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬? 𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞; 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬; 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝��𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 (𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬), 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬,𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬; 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬."
Another Day in Landour is a compilation of journal entries by Ruskin Bond over the last couple of years. Every chapter starts with remembering or celebrating things that are close to Bond's heart- flowers, fens, cats, sparrows and includes other things like good food and a glass of wine too.
Another Day in Landour reads like a swan song. It's simple, lovely and a celebration of a life well-lived but it's also a record where the author steals a fleeting glance at the sunset of his life, dreams about an eight feet tall woman who tries to get into his room (He writes: 'Now trying to escape to another planet.') It's about an invitation to death and yet an attempt to thwart it, to stay just a little longer, to write just one more story, to live just one more day.
This is a relatively dark Bond. He talks about hateful news channels, the bridge accident in Gujarat, a similar accident in Myanmar, he remembers jealous colleagues and long dead family members. He writes: "Every time I complete a year of my life, I feel as though it's been a victory. This has been the case ever since I got into the seventies. Before that, I didn't pay much attention to the passing of the years; they were something to which I felt entitled. But after seventy you are not entitled to anything."
And leaving you with my favorite quote from the book: "Flowers are the ultimate symbol of creation. And when the last flower has faded and fallen, our world will be no more."
Review of 'Another Day in Landour'
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"𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬? 𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞; 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬; 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝��𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 (𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬), 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬,𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬; 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬."
Another Day in Landour is a compilation of journal entries by Ruskin Bond over the last couple of years. Every chapter starts with remembering or celebrating things that are close to Bond's heart- flowers, fens, cats, sparrows and includes other things like good food and a glass of wine too.
Another Day in Landour reads like a swan song. It's simple, lovely and a celebration of a life well-lived but it's also a record where the author steals a fleeting glance at the sunset of his life, dreams about an eight feet tall woman who tries to get into his room (He writes: 'Now trying to escape to another planet.') It's about an invitation to death and yet an attempt to thwart it, to stay just a little longer, to write just one more story, to live just one more day.
This is a relatively dark Bond. He talks about hateful news channels, the bridge accident in Gujarat, a similar accident in Myanmar, he remembers jealous colleagues and long dead family members. He writes: "Every time I complete a year of my life, I feel as though it's been a victory. This has been the case ever since I got into the seventies. Before that, I didn't pay much attention to the passing of the years; they were something to which I felt entitled. But after seventy you are not entitled to anything."
And leaving you with my favorite quote from the book: "Flowers are the ultimate symbol of creation. And when the last flower has faded and fallen, our world will be no more."
May 19, 2025
🍃May 3, 11:32 a.m.
🍃It’s a quiet Saturday morning, and I’ve just started reading "Another Day in Landour" by Ruskin Bond. Before diving in, I took a few photos of the book on my windowsill, nestled between my bleeding heart vine and mogra plants. The book's aesthetic impeccably complements the greenery outside.
🍃It begins with Bond admiring mountain flowers, grass, and the gentle rhythm of nature. “Flowers are the ultimate symbol of creation,” he writes. His first journal entry feels like walking barefoot on dewy grass on a crisp, chilly morning—soothing, grounding, and full of quiet wonder. It’s tranquilizing to lose myself in his musings—there is no plot to follow or characters to keep track of—just the comforting harmony of his inner thoughts.
I’m halfway through now.
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🌻May 4, 6:00 p.m.
🍃I came up to the terrace to read this beautiful book while watching the sunset. The sky looks like a painter’s palette—brushed with shades of orange, sky blue, and pink.
🍃It’s striking how the ordinary can feel so magnetic when written with such care. Bond writes about the dishes he loves from his kitchen, his dreams, his health, and the books he’s reading. He notices the view from his window, the chirping of birds, and the mist draping the mountains. His journal entries read like heartfelt letters, penned only for his readers.
🍃The way he handles memory is gentle, like he’s carefully folding the past into the present. From his childhood to his life now in Mussoorie, he holds it all close. One line, though, stayed with me and made my heart ache a little: “For an old man who can't go out very often, a window is his lifeline to the rest of the world. As time goes by, the window increases in importance.”
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🌷This book is a perfect blend of Ruskin Bond's wisdom and wit. His humor is truly unmatchable. I've lived through all the seasons—from spring to winter—in Landour through his journals. This book deserves to be savoured slowly, much like a quiet walk in the mountains. Closing these pages feels like parting from an old friend, one whose words will echo long after the final entry.🌷
June 23, 2025
"Another Day in Landup" by Ruskin Kumar is a delightful collection of journal entries that offer a glimpse into the author's everyday life in the picturesque town of Landour. As a long-time fan of Ruskin Bond's writing, I was thrilled to dive into this book and experience the world through his eyes.
The book is a treasure trove of observations, thoughts, and musings on life, nature, and the human experience. The author's writing is like a warm conversation with an old friend – easy, engaging, and full of wit. He writes about the smallest things – a new flower blooming, the changing seasons, the quirks of his neighbors – and yet, his words are infused with a deep sense of wonder and appreciation.
What struck me most about this book was the way the author's Bond brings the natural world to life. His descriptions of the ferns, trees, and flowers are so vivid that I felt like I was walking alongside him, taking in the sights and sounds of Landour. His love for nature is infectious, and I found myself smiling at the simple joys he finds in everyday moments.
But this book isn't just about nature; it's also about the human experience. Ruskin Bond writes about his struggles with health, his relationships, and his observations on life. His writing is honest, humble, and relatable, making it easy to connect with him on a personal level.
One of the things I admire most about Ruskin Bond's writing is his ability to find beauty in the mundane. He doesn't need grand adventures or dramatic events to inspire him; instead, he finds inspiration in the quiet moments, the everyday occurrences that often go unnoticed.
"Another Day in Landour" is a book that will make you slow down, appreciate the little things, and find joy in the everyday. It's a reminder that life is full of beauty, wonder, and magic, if we only take the time to notice. If you're looking for a book that will leave you feeling uplifted, inspired, and connected to the natural world, then this is the perfect read for you.
The book is a treasure trove of observations, thoughts, and musings on life, nature, and the human experience. The author's writing is like a warm conversation with an old friend – easy, engaging, and full of wit. He writes about the smallest things – a new flower blooming, the changing seasons, the quirks of his neighbors – and yet, his words are infused with a deep sense of wonder and appreciation.
What struck me most about this book was the way the author's Bond brings the natural world to life. His descriptions of the ferns, trees, and flowers are so vivid that I felt like I was walking alongside him, taking in the sights and sounds of Landour. His love for nature is infectious, and I found myself smiling at the simple joys he finds in everyday moments.
But this book isn't just about nature; it's also about the human experience. Ruskin Bond writes about his struggles with health, his relationships, and his observations on life. His writing is honest, humble, and relatable, making it easy to connect with him on a personal level.
One of the things I admire most about Ruskin Bond's writing is his ability to find beauty in the mundane. He doesn't need grand adventures or dramatic events to inspire him; instead, he finds inspiration in the quiet moments, the everyday occurrences that often go unnoticed.
"Another Day in Landour" is a book that will make you slow down, appreciate the little things, and find joy in the everyday. It's a reminder that life is full of beauty, wonder, and magic, if we only take the time to notice. If you're looking for a book that will leave you feeling uplifted, inspired, and connected to the natural world, then this is the perfect read for you.
April 19, 2025
Ruskin Bond has always been a writer who speaks straight to the heart. With a career spanning over seven decades, he has gifted us stories filled with nature, kindness, and the quiet joys of life. In Another Day in Landour: Looking Out from My Window, his latest book from HarperCollins India, we find him once again writing from his cosy room in the hills, sharing thoughts from the past two years. A big thank you to HarperCollins for the ARC—it felt like receiving a handwritten letter from an old friend. This collection of journal entries is full of flowers, ferns, birds, food, memories, and simple truths. It shows Bond not just as a writer, but as a man reflecting on life’s journey with humour, honesty, and depth.
As I’ve grown older myself, I find I read books like this differently. When I was younger, I rushed through stories for excitement. Now, like Bond, I find comfort in the slow and familiar. The chirp of a bird, a new flower blooming, the shade of an old tree—these small things feel bigger now. Ruskin Bond’s writing makes you pause and notice them again. In these pages, he writes not only of beauty but also of sorrow—of the passing years, lost friends, noisy news, and the quiet ache of aging. One line that stayed with me was: “Every time I complete a year of my life, I feel as though it's been a victory.” That sentiment felt close, like something I too have come to understand.
Despite the deeper, sometimes darker themes, this book feels peaceful. It’s not about doing more, but about being present. Ruskin Bond teaches us that even from one window, you can see the whole world—if you truly look. Another Day in Landour is a gentle reminder that the small, everyday things are what make life rich and meaningful. It’s a warm, thoughtful read that leaves you feeling calm, seen, and somehow a little less alone.
As I’ve grown older myself, I find I read books like this differently. When I was younger, I rushed through stories for excitement. Now, like Bond, I find comfort in the slow and familiar. The chirp of a bird, a new flower blooming, the shade of an old tree—these small things feel bigger now. Ruskin Bond’s writing makes you pause and notice them again. In these pages, he writes not only of beauty but also of sorrow—of the passing years, lost friends, noisy news, and the quiet ache of aging. One line that stayed with me was: “Every time I complete a year of my life, I feel as though it's been a victory.” That sentiment felt close, like something I too have come to understand.
Despite the deeper, sometimes darker themes, this book feels peaceful. It’s not about doing more, but about being present. Ruskin Bond teaches us that even from one window, you can see the whole world—if you truly look. Another Day in Landour is a gentle reminder that the small, everyday things are what make life rich and meaningful. It’s a warm, thoughtful read that leaves you feeling calm, seen, and somehow a little less alone.
April 19, 2025
Some books feel like a warm hug—a window of hope, especially on a tough day. Another Day in Landour by Ruskin Bond has been that book for me, my window of comfort, calm, and quiet inspiration.
In this new book, Ruskin Bond beautifully captures the essence of simple moments and the quiet beauty of nature. We’re offered a glimpse into his journal—his musings and observations from the window through which he looks out at the world—simple, yet extraordinary. Each page feels like a soft conversation with an old friend. Each entry is unique, simple, and filled with gentle charm. Even the tiniest of observations, like the way the sunlight filters through the trees, hold meaning in his words.
From the joy of seeing a flower bloom to witnessing the change of seasons, from stories about mules that died of exhaustion, to dreams, his cat, family, and even letters from fans— he turns everyday moments into a beautiful journey.
Mr Bond’s writing is rich, soothing, and enchanting. He makes you pause, reflect, and celebrate the small joys of life. His way of observing nature, people, and the passage of time inspires kindness, hope, and the courage to follow our dreams.
His writing is a celebration of stillness, reminding us that we don’t always need grand adventures to find meaning. Sometimes, all we need is a quiet moment, a kind thought, or a sky full of stars. His stories teach us to pause, observe, and appreciate the poetry in the ordinary.
Another Day in Landour is not just a book—it’s a feeling. A gentle nudge to slow down and fall in love with life again. It’s a companion for the soul, one you’ll want to return to, again and again. A heartwarming book that stays with you long after the last page.
In this new book, Ruskin Bond beautifully captures the essence of simple moments and the quiet beauty of nature. We’re offered a glimpse into his journal—his musings and observations from the window through which he looks out at the world—simple, yet extraordinary. Each page feels like a soft conversation with an old friend. Each entry is unique, simple, and filled with gentle charm. Even the tiniest of observations, like the way the sunlight filters through the trees, hold meaning in his words.
From the joy of seeing a flower bloom to witnessing the change of seasons, from stories about mules that died of exhaustion, to dreams, his cat, family, and even letters from fans— he turns everyday moments into a beautiful journey.
Mr Bond’s writing is rich, soothing, and enchanting. He makes you pause, reflect, and celebrate the small joys of life. His way of observing nature, people, and the passage of time inspires kindness, hope, and the courage to follow our dreams.
His writing is a celebration of stillness, reminding us that we don’t always need grand adventures to find meaning. Sometimes, all we need is a quiet moment, a kind thought, or a sky full of stars. His stories teach us to pause, observe, and appreciate the poetry in the ordinary.
Another Day in Landour is not just a book—it’s a feeling. A gentle nudge to slow down and fall in love with life again. It’s a companion for the soul, one you’ll want to return to, again and again. A heartwarming book that stays with you long after the last page.
June 18, 2025
Another Day in Landour ( Looking out of my window) is Ruskin Bond at his one of his most intimate, offered in a year's worth of diary entries that feel less like book pages and more like letters from an old friend. In the idyllic hill station of Landour, these entries map the little, lovely details of everyday life—morning strolls in pine-scented air, unexpected langur visits, silent nights with a book, and unexpected thunderstorms that shake the tin roof.
Bond's words are plain but carry a subtle weight. He writes about solitude, not with sadness, but with the satisfaction of someone who has reconciled with it. Aging, memory, nature, the altering beat of the seasons—each entry is testimony to his profound observation and acuteness in noticing life's slight things. There are interludes of humor, passing nostalgia, and musings on writing too. Each entry is a name of a flower and elucidation of it in the most touching way
The diary style sets this book apart. No big plot or grand discovery here. Rather, it catches the elegance of the ordinary—the sort that usually goes unnoticed. Some are just a sentence or a paragraph long, yet they contain entire worlds: the call of a bird, the scent of rain, the balm of silence.
Landour, with its foggy paths, ancient trees, and sporadic village gossip, is a character in itself, almost as much as Bond. His love of the hills permeates every page, so that the reader feels as if they are standing alongside him, gazing out over the Doon Valley.
Another Day in Landour is not a book to rush through. It's one to come back to—on languid mornings or still nights—when you need to be reminded that life doesn't have to be loud to be fulfilling. It's a gentle, unhurried appreciation of time, of nature, and of discovering pleasure in quiet.
Bond's words are plain but carry a subtle weight. He writes about solitude, not with sadness, but with the satisfaction of someone who has reconciled with it. Aging, memory, nature, the altering beat of the seasons—each entry is testimony to his profound observation and acuteness in noticing life's slight things. There are interludes of humor, passing nostalgia, and musings on writing too. Each entry is a name of a flower and elucidation of it in the most touching way
The diary style sets this book apart. No big plot or grand discovery here. Rather, it catches the elegance of the ordinary—the sort that usually goes unnoticed. Some are just a sentence or a paragraph long, yet they contain entire worlds: the call of a bird, the scent of rain, the balm of silence.
Landour, with its foggy paths, ancient trees, and sporadic village gossip, is a character in itself, almost as much as Bond. His love of the hills permeates every page, so that the reader feels as if they are standing alongside him, gazing out over the Doon Valley.
Another Day in Landour is not a book to rush through. It's one to come back to—on languid mornings or still nights—when you need to be reminded that life doesn't have to be loud to be fulfilling. It's a gentle, unhurried appreciation of time, of nature, and of discovering pleasure in quiet.
May 2, 2025
"Umbrellas are opening. There was a time when all umbrellas were black. A gloomy sight. I wonder why they had to be black - it didn't make sense. Now I see colored umbrellas: blue, yellow, pink, green, multicolored. There is something cheerful and optimistic about a colorful umbrella."
"Another Day in Landour - Looking out from my window" is a set of collections from Ruskin Bond's journal. As the name suggests, he looks out of his window in his old age and makes a note of all the findings.
The first thing I did once I saw this book was to check where Landour was. Mussoorie and it's neighboring areas are on my bucket list, and I wish they get fulfilled sometime. I was able to picturize the scenario every time Ruskin Bond said something.
The more musings you read about old age, the more you begin to appreciate your youth. I am 30 and supposedly in my "prime-health" time now. Each discomfort made me understand that I need to value my life as far as possible. At the end of the day, it always boils down to "Health is Wealth." Apart from that, once you reach a certain age, you start observing and appreciating subtle things in life that you never thought existed before.
Finally, the eye-catchy book cover. I can hold it for as long as I wish. This book is full of life. If you are a fan of Ruskin Bond, then don't miss out on this one.
"Another Day in Landour - Looking out from my window" is a set of collections from Ruskin Bond's journal. As the name suggests, he looks out of his window in his old age and makes a note of all the findings.
The first thing I did once I saw this book was to check where Landour was. Mussoorie and it's neighboring areas are on my bucket list, and I wish they get fulfilled sometime. I was able to picturize the scenario every time Ruskin Bond said something.
The more musings you read about old age, the more you begin to appreciate your youth. I am 30 and supposedly in my "prime-health" time now. Each discomfort made me understand that I need to value my life as far as possible. At the end of the day, it always boils down to "Health is Wealth." Apart from that, once you reach a certain age, you start observing and appreciating subtle things in life that you never thought existed before.
Finally, the eye-catchy book cover. I can hold it for as long as I wish. This book is full of life. If you are a fan of Ruskin Bond, then don't miss out on this one.
May 29, 2025
Some books feel like a warm hug after a hectic day, inviting you to dive into their pages as if stepping into a serene landscape, with the refreshing sensation of fresh air against your face. Another Day in Landour is one such book, offering readers a glimpse into the author’s life through his reflective thoughts that transport us to the tranquil hills of Landour.
This enchanting memoir beautifully captures the quiet splendor of nature alongside the author’s contemplations observed from his window. Ruskin Bond transforms ordinary, everyday moments into profound reflections, allowing readers to experience the extraordinary within the mundane.
Each entry in this journal highlights the simple joys of life, from the delight of discovering a new flower in bloom to the peacefulness of vacant roads winding through the hills. The author’s musings on these small yet significant details bring forth a sense of joy and offer a fresh perspective on life.
If there were a book that embodied the idea that beauty lies in simplicity,
Another Day in Landour would undoubtedly be its vibrant testament.
This enchanting memoir beautifully captures the quiet splendor of nature alongside the author’s contemplations observed from his window. Ruskin Bond transforms ordinary, everyday moments into profound reflections, allowing readers to experience the extraordinary within the mundane.
Each entry in this journal highlights the simple joys of life, from the delight of discovering a new flower in bloom to the peacefulness of vacant roads winding through the hills. The author’s musings on these small yet significant details bring forth a sense of joy and offer a fresh perspective on life.
If there were a book that embodied the idea that beauty lies in simplicity,
Another Day in Landour would undoubtedly be its vibrant testament.
April 21, 2025
Another Day In Landour, is Mr. Ruskin Bond's journal is a reminder that life is meant to be lived, felt and experienced. It is a collection of journal entries that celebrate life through random moments that become memories of a life well lived. Some entries begin with details of flowers and birds found in the hills, followed by the author's thoughts and mood while documenting those observations.
Mr. Bond's journal is reflective of the past, present and future, though seeped in nostalgia he accepts the change and growth over the period of years. Short and beautiful observations of nature and its glory, along with the mundane routine mark these pages, occasionally critiquing the world's current state in his journal. We discover his favourites and dislikes and qualms about health at his age.
The simple, honest and witty writing has a sense of calm that is hopeful and grateful for all that life offers to us mere mortals. This book gives a gentle nudge to live, love and laugh because that's what really matters.
Mr. Bond's journal is reflective of the past, present and future, though seeped in nostalgia he accepts the change and growth over the period of years. Short and beautiful observations of nature and its glory, along with the mundane routine mark these pages, occasionally critiquing the world's current state in his journal. We discover his favourites and dislikes and qualms about health at his age.
The simple, honest and witty writing has a sense of calm that is hopeful and grateful for all that life offers to us mere mortals. This book gives a gentle nudge to live, love and laugh because that's what really matters.
May 9, 2025
There’s something tender about reading Another Day in Landour like finding a worn postcard from a friend you never stopped loving.
This isn’t just Bond musing about birds and bad weather. It’s him opening the windows of his hilltop room and letting in all the memories he’s collected, some bright, some shadowed. The sparrows are still here, the flowers bloom in quiet corners, and so do thoughts of mortality, missed chances, and people who left too soon.
Every entry feels like a letter he forgot to send. About cats and old classmates. About walks through fog and dreams that linger long after he wakes. There’s humour, too, sharp and dry as ever like the strange woman in his dreams or his gentle jabs at modern noise and nonsense.
But beneath it all is a quiet plea: let me stay a little longer. Let the pen not run dry just yet.
This is Bond at his most personal, a little heavier with time, but still holding out hope for one more story, one more sunrise in the hills. Read it slowly. Let it sit with you. Some books don’t end, they stay.
This isn’t just Bond musing about birds and bad weather. It’s him opening the windows of his hilltop room and letting in all the memories he’s collected, some bright, some shadowed. The sparrows are still here, the flowers bloom in quiet corners, and so do thoughts of mortality, missed chances, and people who left too soon.
Every entry feels like a letter he forgot to send. About cats and old classmates. About walks through fog and dreams that linger long after he wakes. There’s humour, too, sharp and dry as ever like the strange woman in his dreams or his gentle jabs at modern noise and nonsense.
But beneath it all is a quiet plea: let me stay a little longer. Let the pen not run dry just yet.
This is Bond at his most personal, a little heavier with time, but still holding out hope for one more story, one more sunrise in the hills. Read it slowly. Let it sit with you. Some books don’t end, they stay.
July 10, 2025
As I grow older day by day, I find myself gravitating more towards books that feel like a warm hug or like an old friend, books that make me just be in the moment and appreciate the little wonders of the world around me, and Ruskin Sir’s books have always been an embodiment of it all.
‘Another Day in Landour’ was no different. It’s a collection of diary entries written by him, and I loved how beautifully he has portrayed even the most mundane things, which we often pass by or don’t pay attention to. The way he finds beauty and meaning in the most inconsequential things and moments and turns them into snippets of literary art is beyond my imagination as well as words.
His stories always make me pause and wish for a slow life where little things get the appreciation they deserve and we get to reconnect with our nature in the most unadulterated form.
I really wish he keeps on writing these stories, and I also want to urge each one of you to pick up this book, sit with it with a cup of tea or coffee, and let yourself be in the moment and enjoy it.
‘Another Day in Landour’ was no different. It’s a collection of diary entries written by him, and I loved how beautifully he has portrayed even the most mundane things, which we often pass by or don’t pay attention to. The way he finds beauty and meaning in the most inconsequential things and moments and turns them into snippets of literary art is beyond my imagination as well as words.
His stories always make me pause and wish for a slow life where little things get the appreciation they deserve and we get to reconnect with our nature in the most unadulterated form.
I really wish he keeps on writing these stories, and I also want to urge each one of you to pick up this book, sit with it with a cup of tea or coffee, and let yourself be in the moment and enjoy it.
April 22, 2025
I started my April with two books, and till today, I'm struggling to finish those books. I felt that I was going into a slump, so kept those books aside. Thus, as always I inclined towards my comforting author!
And man finished reading this book in just one sitting. This is the magic of Mr. Bond's writing. If you have not read his work you are indeed missing out on something magical.
Now coming to this book, the book has been written in the form of journal writing. The author has given every entry a name in the form of a flower. He reminisces his days through his journal. As always, he encapsulated the beauty of mountains in such a way that you'll start missing mountains and the nuance of nature.
The book flows in such a simple yet captivating manner that you'll start missing nature, flowers, mountains, and other things in our lives that we often neglect.
I was able to finish this book in just one sitting, and I'm sure I'll think about this book in the coming days as well.
And man finished reading this book in just one sitting. This is the magic of Mr. Bond's writing. If you have not read his work you are indeed missing out on something magical.
Now coming to this book, the book has been written in the form of journal writing. The author has given every entry a name in the form of a flower. He reminisces his days through his journal. As always, he encapsulated the beauty of mountains in such a way that you'll start missing mountains and the nuance of nature.
The book flows in such a simple yet captivating manner that you'll start missing nature, flowers, mountains, and other things in our lives that we often neglect.
I was able to finish this book in just one sitting, and I'm sure I'll think about this book in the coming days as well.
April 19, 2025
Is it cool to read someone’s journal entries?
No?
But what if they’re published as a book?
Another Day in Landour is a beautiful collection of Ruskin Bond’s journal entries. Each chapter begins with a flower and its meaning—or at least, he tries to. The entries aren’t daily. Because let’s be honest, iitna kuch hota nahi hai roz likhne ke liye.
Every entry brings a quiet smile to your face and it's an absolute delight to read such warm, gentle, witty writing.
This is the kind of book I’d carry on a mountain trip—not for Instagrammable photos, but for moments. For sitting outside with a warm cup of tea, a blanket wrapped around me, the breeze playing with my hair, and Bond’s words keeping me company.
No?
But what if they’re published as a book?
Another Day in Landour is a beautiful collection of Ruskin Bond’s journal entries. Each chapter begins with a flower and its meaning—or at least, he tries to. The entries aren’t daily. Because let’s be honest, iitna kuch hota nahi hai roz likhne ke liye.
Every entry brings a quiet smile to your face and it's an absolute delight to read such warm, gentle, witty writing.
This is the kind of book I’d carry on a mountain trip—not for Instagrammable photos, but for moments. For sitting outside with a warm cup of tea, a blanket wrapped around me, the breeze playing with my hair, and Bond’s words keeping me company.
April 23, 2025
Ruskin Bond my childhood favourite author, when I saw his new book is releasing I was overjoyed and grab a copy. Always loves reading short stories, his stories are a fraction of life, always enveloped a slice of nature, his books are a bundle of joy and a bouquet of emotions and this book written in a manner of diary reflects a glimpse of his life and current thoughts.
May 4, 2025
This delightful book consists of Ruskin Bond’s journal entries. I have read few books by him and this one was my favourite so far.
The journal entries are short but his humour and liveliness shines through the entries.
The writing is personal and mostly nature focused. I loved the mentioning of various flowers. Really simple and mundane journal entries but there was such beauty and comfort in those simple and mundane words. I really loved it.
Also the mention of Mimi the cat was delightful to read.
Overall, I really loved this book. I would definitely recommend it.
The journal entries are short but his humour and liveliness shines through the entries.
The writing is personal and mostly nature focused. I loved the mentioning of various flowers. Really simple and mundane journal entries but there was such beauty and comfort in those simple and mundane words. I really loved it.
Also the mention of Mimi the cat was delightful to read.
Overall, I really loved this book. I would definitely recommend it.
June 11, 2025
it's a sort of journal about daily life in Landour. He talks about walks, changing seasons, birds, monkeys, visitors, and his own thoughts. There’s nostalgia, and an appreciation for the little moments that make life meaningful.
May 2, 2025
swift read, nostalgic, read anytime
May 19, 2025
This is a collection of journal entries from July 31 - next July 31. The entries explore various aspects that the author observed.
May 26, 2025
Beautifully written - and, more or less, just what I wanted to read on a breezy summer day.
June 18, 2025
It was a cool book.I enjoyed the little anecdotes and journal days sir shared.
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