Apr 02, 2009 02:16 PM
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This book reminds me my childhood, childhood fantasies and dreams. It has the smell of indian Hills. Even now whenever I visiy to Dehradun ,Mussorie or to any hills of Dehradun.My eyes looks
for Rusty. A lonely boy who wants to be friendly with Indianness; but carrying loads of restictions from his Guardian (I don"t remember his name).
Dehradun has changed it is not that sleepy hilltown what it once used to be or when this story was written. Though if you walk Deharadun to Mussorie you will smell rusty and his friends.Book has some other Interesting charectors and incidents also.
The most lovely is the lovemaking scenes between Rusty and Kishan"s mother in forest.It reminds us the lonely ,long hill afternoons. It was the darkest adoloscent fantasy portrait by any Indian Author.
The discription of room is also very good. It shows that you can travel with your fantasies in your room more openly.
Salute to mr Bond