We Are Never too Old To Dream
Someone recently asked me who my idol is — which actor I admire, or who I wish to be like.
My answer surprised even me.
I am simply a girl who has known both hope and heartbreak, someone who continues to dream quietly even after the lights go out. And since childhood, there has been one person whose autograph I have secretly wished to hold someday.
Not a glamorous film star.
Not a larger-than-life hero.
A writer — Ruskin Bond.
His books have slowly taken over my shelves and, in many ways, shaped the landscape of my inner world. Through The Room on the Roof, The Blue Umbrella, and countless other stories, he taught me that beauty lives in ordinary moments — in quiet afternoons, small joys, and gentle memories.
Recently, I have been reading Life’s Magical Moments, written when he was ninety-one. It is deeply moving to see such tenderness and wonder at an age when many grow tired of the world. He writes about blossoms, homemade pickles, windowsills, and rain on tin roofs — transforming everyday details into something timeless.
His words, “We are never too old to dream,” feel especially powerful coming from someone who began writing as a teenager and never stopped.
Today, while cleaning my bookshelf, I rediscovered The Blue Umbrella. Instantly, an old ritual returned to me — the desire for a rainy day. Because for as long as I can remember, this little book has belonged to the monsoon, to afternoons when raindrops tap softly on the window and the world outside feels hushed and kind.
Some idols inspire you to be extraordinary.
Others teach you that an ordinary life, lived with attention and love, is already magical.
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