On Fairy Hill
by Ruskin Bond is a short story, quite similar to Gulliver’s Lilliput. The
story is about a mysterious hill top named Fairy Hill or Pari Tibba in
Mussoorie. Rumours have that on this hill resides little people like fairies.
The narrator
of the story is a struggling writer who lives in a small cottage at the edge of
an oak forest. At night, he often watches out for green twinkling lights. He is
inquisitive to know about those lights. There is no motorable road to reach
Fairy Hill, thus the lights there cannot be by humans, like lanterns or lamps
on bullock carts. One summer day, he scrambles up the hill. By the time, he
reaches there he is dead tired. Removing his clothes, he sleeps under the
trees.
After an hour
or so, when he wakes up, he finds a strange sensation in his limbs. He is
nonplussed to see a very small woman or girl, hardly two inches tall, seated on
his chest. She has a buttercup in her hands with that she is tingling his
flesh. Soon many Lilliput type people are upon him – massaging and relaxing his
body. He loses himself in a strange feeling, mix of sleep and drowsiness.
When he wakes
up next, he finds dark clouds gathering overhead. The little people are gone.
But the fragrance of honeysuckle still lingers in the air. With the little people,
gone are his clothes too. He doesn’t find the clothes anywhere. He searches for
the people as well, but to no avail. Probably, they are gone to their world or
gone under the rocks and earth.
Soon, it
starts raining and takes hiding under a rock. In the dark, he goes back to his
cottage without clothes. In the morning he wakes up feverish. He remains
shrouded in fever for a week.
At night, from
the window, he looks out for those lights on Fairy Hill, but he finds none. However,
one morning he finds the same little folk coming to his window and they are
coming through a rainbow, it works as a bridge for them. He is glad to see them
back and longs to go back with them and wants to feel the same, like that
summer day.
In the story
the narrator admits that his life as a writer isn’t going great. His wife
leaves him for better salary and life in Bombay. For human beings settled and
routine things become boring, thus following his encounter with those little
people, he longs for a miraculous change in his life. The moral of the story is
that no one likes boring, straight life. Getting acquainted with fairies is
indeed a dreamy proposition.
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