1. Poetry is when an emotion has found
Its thoughts, and thought has
Found its words
-Robert Frost

2. That is Ruskin: From Pen to Soul
It is not everyday when a socially neglected person makes
other follow him. But when it happens, it happens the
Bond way
As potboiler of prose, he have always happen to win our hearts, but
his poetic charm is rarely felt. Today, we promise that these
moments of yours will make you tune to his rhymes.

3. Pebbles at home
He dreamt of new journey
off from these pebbles
Where lives his bliss, whilst!
Tears filled these cracks
In warmth of its shadow and curtain
of its
Love!
In petals of this grove
Covered with mist,
He lived! his life

4. The hills of his writings came up from the hills that made his
first sight in world. Ruskin was born to a British officer,
Aubrey Bond and Edith Clerk, in summers on 1934. Till age of
10, he kept on travelling between Vijayanagar and hills.
Being an Angelo-Indian, he couldn’t secure much friends, but
tales of his grandma kept flourishing his young mind.

5. It was the year 1938 when mom of Ruskin,
got separated from family.
But this was not the end of hardship of
young Ruskin.
At age of 10, his dad died to malaria and young
Ruskin could do nothing but limit himself to
shadow of grandma in Dehra.

6. Pebbles of Ink
As breeze of hope,
Knocked his door
He peeped out for pebbles yet
To be seen
where thrives the dreams
And legends make sally
On road of glisten,
Covered with evil green,
bare footed walked he
He traced the way to home of
heart
Where soul of all receive warmth
In world of paper
And few drops of ink
He wanted to shine and
was sure he will

7. In walls of Bishop Cotton, Ruskin Bond proved
might of his pen by conquering Irwin Divinity Prize
and Hailey Literature Prize.
He also spent four years in England at aunt’s home
where the memory of hills made him come with
The Room on The Roof....which won him
John Llewylln Rhys Prize in 1957

8. He flourished his literary career by
working as a journalist in Delhi and
Dehradun for some years.
He then authored the sequel to room on
the roof, in form of Vagrants in the Valley...

9. And Story Continues
The story of Ruskin Bond is too long and
aspiring that this presentation can’t cover..
Here comes a rhythmic tale by
Ruskin A rhyme that reflects his art

10. It Isn’t The time That’s Passing
By
It isn’t time passing
remember the long ago when we
lay together In our pain of tenderness
and counted Our dreams; long
summer afternoons When the
whistling-thush released A deep
sweet secret on the trembling air;
Blackbird o the wing, bird of the
Forest shadows, Black rose in the
Long ago summer, This was your
Song: It isn’t the time that’s passing by,
It is you and I

11. Pebbles of Blister...
Despite of shiver offered by wind
And moment of cry emerging from land
Despite of Goosebumps tracking the way
He ran on pebbles with vacant, firm hands
he earned blisters making way in skin
Tackling his feet on dazzling road
He made random faces turning up with dismay
But calmed them with fragrance he holds

12. In summer of 1934, he took birth to Edith Clerk and
Aubrey Bond. Being an angelo-indian, he didn’t got
much friends...better to say he was all alone as claimed
in “Room on The Roof”
1938 mom divorce
1944 to grandma place dehradun
Same year dad died to malaria
Bishop cotton shimala
1963 became freelance witer
1964 landour,
1957 john llewellyn rhys prize for room on the roof