In Pipalnagar there is not exactly despair, but resignation, an indifference to both living and dying. The town is almost truly reflected in the Pipalnagar Home, where in an open courtyard surrounded by mud walls a score of mental patients wander about, listless and bored. A man jabbers excitedly, but most of the inmates are quiet, sad and resentful.
Such sights depress me sometimes. The world seems crowded with unfinished lives.
‘I wonder why God ever bothered to make men, when he had the whole wide beautiful world to himself,’ I said to Suraj one summer night. ‘Why did he find it necessary to share it with others?’
‘Perhaps he felt lonely,’ said Suraj.
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So beautiful
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Thank you!
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Hey! I must say the blog looks good now! The added Snowdropping effect is so beautiful!
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Thanks so much. The snowfall effect is across WP. I am glad you like the look though.
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Now I will have to find and read this book. Dilly hunoz door ast…..
There is a couplet that tries to answer the question why..
Dard e dil ke waste paida kiya insan ko
Warna taa’at ke lye luck kam na the karro bayan.
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Sounds really interesting! I do know since I’d read somewhere that this was the dialogue of a mughal king of the time which became a popular phrase of all times. (Sorry for the bad choice of words.) 😛
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I need to read more and more of Ruskin Bond. Thank you for sharing the excerpt written by the literary genius.
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This is where you can begin in 2018, Vishal. It is a delightful read and much to the liking of a Bond admirer.
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Love this! How are you? I hope you are enjoying a relaxing weekend.
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Yes, I did have an amazing time visiting a dear friend in another state. Thanks, Kath.
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That’s awesome. I’m so glad to hear that. You’re welcome.
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🙂
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