In this collection, Ruskin Bond—the writer from the mountains—brings toife the many facets of the place he calls home. The people here may not have the biguxuries ofife, but they are satisfied with the small joys because Nature provides for them in abundance. Justike the poor boy in a blue pullover, who is overjoyed at finding a coin with which he can buy himself a buckle for his belt;ittle Rakesh, who feelsike God on having successfully grown a cherry tree in his Grandfather’s garden; or Binya and her village folk, who covet not money or jewels, but a pretty blue umbrella. Each short story, essay and poem in Boy in a Blue Pullover isike a whiff of fresh mountain air.