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Ruins never fail to amaze me. I fell for the charm of the ruins of an old graveyard in a sleepy hill station, even before I went there. Ruskin Bond stories, and especially the ghost stories and friendly spirits from the Raj days, fascinated me so much that I found myself overwhelmingly enjoying one old site right from the Bond pages in Landour. I knew the friendly spirits from his books. When I visited this old British graveyard, the spirits came alive to welcome me with a familiar silence that I exchanged with my smile. Hello from the other side!
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