Ruskin Bond is eighty-nine years old: long past sixty, the age at which one becomes a senior citizen; also the age around which it is said one should think of retiring from active life. As the years go by, his contentment with living the life he has chosen—keeping to himself, with his family and his books, in Landour—has only grown stronger. He takes great joy in the world outside his window: the changing shades of nature, interesting people, good food, nice walks. Inside his room there are thoughts and memories, and the journal and letters he writes every day. All of it makes for a wonderful life and that is what this book is about. In his trademark warm, witty, whimsical style and his marvellously simple prose.