" We said goodbye. ‘Remember this day, Ruskin,’ said my father. He patted me gently on the head and walked away. I never saw him again. Three months later I heard that he had passed away in the military hospital in Calcutta. I dream of him sometimes, and in my dream he is always the same, caring for me and leading me by the hand along old familiar roads. "

― Ruskin Bond , A GATHERING OF FRIENDS: MY FAVOURITE STORIES