All the books by Ruskin Bond I have read so far have been memoirs one way or the other and this book is no exception.

The deep reverence he holds for nature is reflected throughout his writing. Just like Jim Corbett before him, Bond narrates his emotional attachment for the hill people, Garhwal. He knows her forests, the rocks and boulders, birds and fruits, sunrise and sunset and the most surprising of them all- the various religious shrines that dot the hills. The powers of observation he is blessed with helps him to capture in his mind the various shades of life of ordinary folks.

The conflict between the past and the present is captured in subtle ways and often reminiscences about his good old days of boyhood, the life that was in the 1940s and 1950s. Because a part of Ruskin Bond always lives in the past is perhaps what makes him such an excellent memoirist.

Read this book and you would want to visit those places and be a part of the book.