Which author would you love to have dinner with?
If I could invite one author to dinner, I wouldn’t choose the most famous one.
I’d choose Ruskin Bond.
Not for literary advice. Not to ask about his books. And certainly not to discuss writing techniques.
I’d simply like to sit across from him on a quiet evening, with a cup of tea between us, and listen.
I imagine the conversation would wander from childhood memories and old houses to mountains, loneliness, friendship, and the small things most of us hurry past.
I’d ask him one question:
“How do you keep noticing the little things when the world is always asking us to chase bigger ones?”
Perhaps he’d smile and tell a story instead of giving an answer.
And that would be perfectly fine.
Because sometimes the best dinner conversations aren’t the ones where you learn something new.
They’re the ones that make you look at something ordinary differently when you leave the table.
The best authors don’t just tell us stories. They teach us how to notice our own.
Healing through words 😄 