When I was starting with this book, I knew that I was gearing to step into another world, similar to what I witnessed 10 years ago when I had been to Mussoorie, I did not find it creepy or spooky back then, the beauty of hills enthralled me, I can't describe the joy I felt by watching the clouds just a few feet away from me. The feel of my benumbed hands and the smell of hot tea still gives me immense pleasure.
But until I read this magical book by Mr. Ruskin Bond, I had not wished to experience a chilling breeze which brings more to the conscious than just the sensation of cold, it made me nostalgic. I am as scared of ghosts and spirits as anyone, thanks to the horror movies and horror shows, but i promise, had I read only this book, I would have wanted to experience something unearthly at least once for sure.
The demonstration of the splendor of mountains in this book is entrancing, the illustration of the lives of hill people is very detailed and as a bonus, the author also takes us into the nitty-gritty of the English people who liked and lived in India.
The first 9 stories actually do have a bit of ghostly and fairy semblance to them, my favorites are 'Whistling in the Dark', 'The Black Cat' and 'Night of the Millennium', I have never felt anything affable about ghosts but Mr. Bond in his book revealed a less violent aspect of the mythical beings.
His description of the cat's obsession and Miss Bellow's poise and humor in 'The Black Cat' is extraordinary, the friendliness of Michael's ghost in 'Whistling in the Dark' is very poignant. The demise of Pasand by the bloodsucking huntress in 'Night of the Millennium' did not make me sad despite of his wailing, Mr. Bond instilled a sense of contempt in me towards him, perhaps his oppressive thoughts deserved an end as cruel as this, I cant resist writing down a piece of his narration:
"'Patience, my children, patience,' crooned the woman, 'there is more than enough for all of you'.
They feasted.
Down in the ravine, the jackals started howling again, awaiting their turn. The bones would be theirs. Only the cellphone would be rejected."
'Night in the Millennium' is more a satire which left a sneer on my face.
The last story 'Who killed the Rani' for a change, is a thrilling mystery, aided with the spook naturally linked with the hillside. I enjoyed it as much as I did others, just to add that depiction of characters in this story felt the most real and fascinating to me.
I am absolutely fixated with the charm of these stories and I'm quite sure that like a school kid I'll read this book time and again to cater to my fantasies.