When I open the window at night, there is almost always something to listen to—the mellow whistle of a pygmy owlet, or the sharp cry of a barking deer. Sometimes, if I am lucky, I will see the moon coming up over the next mountain, and two distant deodars in perfect silhouette.’ \n \nWhether we are a native or simply a frequent traveller to the mountains, each one of us has some endearing memories attached to the hills. The ancient mountains keep offering new echoes of laughter, merriment and memories to each passerby. \n \nThe collection of stories in Old Mountains, New Echoes highlights the joy of life in the mountains in a variety of ways. Whether it is the adventures and scenic sights of the hill stations, or the mysterious and alluring charm of the mountain forests—the stories in this collection have it all. Immerse your imagination in the charming and endearing world of Ruskin Bond’s prose.