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“I don't want to rot like mangoes at the end of the season, or burnout like the sun at the and of the day. I cannot live like the gardener, the cook and water-carrier, doing the same task everyday of my life... I want to be either somebody or nobody. I don't want to be anybody.”

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The Room on the Roof

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Ruskin Bond
Ruskin Bond

Ruskin Bond is a celebrated Indian author born in May 1934. He is renowned for his contributions to children's literature and adult fiction, with his works often reflecting the Indian countryside and its people. Bond's writing style is characterized by its warmth, humor, and insight into the Indian way of life. more

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