Tales of the Open road by Ruskin Bond; really...if i read Ruskin Bond I stop missing the hills; the simplicity of his writing and his belongingness to the place is what makes him so special to me. He brings the scents, the visuals, the shivers, down here to an aredent fan sitting in a bus in Bangalore, going back to home after a day at office, refreshed now.

One day I too would like to roam around like a nomad in the winding and less ventured paths of the Queen of Hills. Taking a sneek peek into the secret world of the mountains. The only

question is.....will my parents allow me to do so???