The Man Who Was Bond

I saw Ruskin Bond sitting at the airport. My heart skipped a beat, adrenaline rushed to my cheeks, mind tossed upside down, and I googled him to check whether he was really Ruskin Bond or not. I walked past him craning my neck to see what he was doing. And, oh my god, he was reading a book! Who reads books now-a-days…? He was definitely Bond!
Then something happened… He looked at me, perhaps suspiciously, but whatever it may be, Ruskin Bond looked at ME! I got my pen and notepad ready, walked up to him and asked confidently, ‘excuse me sir, are you Ruskin Bond?’ He smiled looking at me and my mouth went dry. He rested his hand on my head and said, ‘no, sorry,’ and walked away for the flight boarding… How, very, clumsy!
I stood there looking at his empty chair and realized why he looked thin and less handsome. Tucking my pen and notepad in my bag and removing the copy of ‘The Best of Ruskin Bond’, I sat and turned the pages to the bookmark. It was page number 56…And I saw… I had just finished reading, ‘The Man Who Was Kipling.’
I smiled. I thought. And I took out my diary to scribble a title… ‘The Man who was Bond.’ And here, the story begins…