Sameer Gudhate

Sameer Gudhate

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Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of Beyond Love by Sanjeev Sareen

The first time I paused while reading Beyond Love, it wasn’t because a line demanded applause. It was quieter than that. I found myself staring at the faint smudge on my Kindle screen, the kind you only notice when your mind slips away from words and wanders inward. That’s when I realised this book wasn’t asking to be read. It was asking to be felt. Slowly. Honestly. Maybe even a little uncomfortably.

Sanjeev Sareen is not trying to dazzle you with literary fireworks or spiritual grandstanding. What he offers instead feels rarer: the calm presence of someone who has sat with heartbreak long enough to understand its language. Beyond Love doesn’t arrive like a sermon or a self-help manual. It arrives like a conversation that begins with a simple question — What do you really mean when you say “love”? — and then refuses to let you escape with an easy answer.

At its heart, this is a book about unlearning. Sareen gently dismantles the ideas of love most of us have inherited: love as possession, love as validation, love as a bargain struck between two wounded egos. He does this without accusation or bitterness. There’s no finger-pointing here. Just clarity. The kind that stings briefly, like antiseptic on a cut, and then slowly allows healing to begin.

The premise is deceptively simple: most of what we call love is actually fear wearing perfume. Fear of being alone. Fear of not being chosen. Fear of losing control. From there, the book widens its gaze — moving through infatuation, attachment, heartbreak, self-love, and finally into something more spacious and spiritual. Not spiritual in the incense-and-chanting sense, but spiritual as awareness, as freedom, as remembering who you are beneath your need to be loved.

Sareen’s writing style mirrors his message. It’s clean, conversational, and unhurried. He writes the way a thoughtful friend might speak during a long walk at dusk, when the city noise softens and truths feel easier to admit. There’s an ease to the prose that makes complex ideas — drawn from the Bhagavad Gita, the Bible, and Buddhist philosophy — feel accessible rather than lofty. You’re never made to feel ignorant. You’re invited to understand.

Because this is non-fiction rooted in ideas rather than characters, the “journey” here is internal. And yet, certain moments linger like scenes from a novel. A reflection on how heartbreak resurfaces when you least expect it. A gentle dismantling of the myth that self-love is selfish. A quietly powerful distinction between emotional love that clings and spiritual love that allows. One passage, in particular, stayed with me — a reminder that letting go with dignity is not a failure of love, but sometimes its highest expression.

Structurally, the book flows in small, digestible chapters, making it easy to pause, reflect, and return. This pacing works in its favour, especially for readers navigating emotional terrain. There were moments I put the book down not because it was heavy, but because it was accurate. It held up a mirror, and mirrors demand a moment of stillness.

The themes resonate deeply in a world where love is often measured by texts replied to, boundaries crossed, or sacrifices made to prove devotion. Sareen challenges this quietly but firmly. Love, he suggests, is not about shrinking yourself to be chosen. It’s about expanding enough to include yourself. That idea alone feels radical in today’s relationship culture.

Emotionally, my reading experience felt like a long exhale. There was relief in seeing heartbreak spoken about without melodrama, and healing described without platitudes. The book doesn’t promise that pain will vanish. Instead, it offers something more believable: the possibility of growing wiser without growing hard.

Its strengths are clear. The clarity of thought. The warmth of tone. The seamless blending of spiritual wisdom with everyday emotional struggles. If there’s a weakness, it might be that readers looking for step-by-step “fixes” or dramatic revelations may find it too gentle. This book trusts the reader. It assumes you’re willing to sit with questions rather than rush toward answers.

For me, Beyond Love arrived at the right moment. In a time when relationships feel increasingly transactional and self-worth is often outsourced to external validation, this book felt like a quiet recalibration. I would recommend it to anyone who has loved deeply and lost painfully — and to those who suspect that love might be something freer, kinder, and less frightening than they’ve been taught.

When I closed the book, I didn’t feel inspired in the loud, motivational sense. I felt steadier. Softer. As if someone had gently reminded me of something I already knew but had forgotten in the noise. If you’re curious about love — not as a chase, but as a state of being — this is a book worth sitting with. Maybe over coffee. Maybe in silence. And maybe, like me, you’ll find yourself staring at a smudge on the screen, wondering when love became this clear.

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