In today’s Time of India , Ruskin Bond narrates a revealing anecdote . A boy who looked after his father’s ration shop requested Mr Bond for a book. Always happy to encourage youngsters to read, Mr Bond gave the boy a copy of his latest, large-format children’s book. The next day, Mr Bond bought some jaggery ( gur ) from the boy’s shop and the writer was chagrined to find that the sugar lumps were handed to him in a paper bag made out of the pages of his own book. “My author’s ego was shattered,” he writes. Ruskin Bond When I decided to gather some of my short stories in a book form I had varied motives. The primary motive was to dedicate the book to a religious cult because of which I lost my job in Delhi and, far worse, I threw away a large collection of my books in a fit of depression. The cult took over the school where I taught with the promise “to run it at least for a hundred years” but killed it in a brief span of two years. The entire school complex inc
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