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There are cities you visit. And then there are cities that sit inside you like unfinished conversations.Reading Kolkata Ø KM by Swati Bhattacharyya felt less like turning pages and more like wandering through a house of echoes. Not haunted in a loud, theatrical way. Haunted the way memory is — soft-footed, patient, persistent.This is not a book that rushes. It lingers. It circles. It asks you to s...
There’s something quietly unsettling about a tree that watches you. Not in a mythical, larger-than-life way — but in the way an old house watches its inhabitants age, fracture, betray, and forgive. That was the feeling I carried through The Parijat Tree and Other Stories by Sameer Nagarajan — the sense that these stories are not merely told, they are observed. Closely. Patiently. Almost clinically...
There are some books that arrive quietly into your life, like an evening breeze you didn’t know you needed. Banaras: An Eternal Love Story felt like that to me — a slow, steady presence rather than a dramatic interruption. I didn’t rush through its pages. I read it the way one walks through an unfamiliar city at dawn, pausing often, absorbing more than just what is visible, letting the mood do mos...
I read The River Woman and Other Poems slowly, the way one reads something that does not want to be rushed. A few poems at night. One in the quiet between two tasks. Sometimes just a single page, because the lines had a way of lingering — like the aftersound of water moving past stones long after the river itself has slipped out of view.Renu Roy’s poetry does not announce itself loudly. It arrives...
Meri Aankhon Ka Mehtaab doesn’t ask to be read; it allows itself to be discovered, the way calm finds you only after exhaustion has done its work. I came to it out of habit, a few spare minutes, no particular expectation. And then something unfamiliar happened — the noise inside me softened. The world slowed its grip. A gentle warmth settled in, the kind you don’t notice immediately, only realize ...
I began this book late one evening, telling myself I’d read a chapter or two and return to the world of notifications and half-finished thoughts. Instead, I found myself sitting still, the room unusually quiet, as if the desert itself had stretched into my living space. Whispers in the Cursed Desert: Inked in Blood doesn’t announce itself with noise. It draws you in with hush. With breath. With th...
Have you observed how ‘Folk Tales’ are usually intentionally layered? Different ages understand them differently. A child sees adventure and enjoys what happens. An adult sees symbolism and understands what it means. An elder sees life wisdom, thus making these folktales timeless teaching tools!This book is based on a charming concept - to share folk stories from different parts of India. It also ...
I didn’t read Shukriya Boganviliya in one sitting.Not because it was difficult — but because it kept asking me to stop.A poem would end, and instead of turning the page, I would sit there, feeling oddly addressed. As if someone had spoken my name softly and walked away.Written by Nitya Shukla, Shukriya Boganviliya is a Hindi poetry collection that doesn’t ask for attention. It earns it quietly. Pu...
There are books you read, and there are books that read you. I didn’t expect that a quiet-looking hardcover with a nostalgic photograph of Mussoorie nestled on the cover would do that to me — but the moment I cracked open Mussoorie Montage: Tales from the Hills by Divyaroop Bhatnagar, I felt something shift. It was like stepping into a fog-thick morning on Camel’s Back Road where everything feels ...
There are books that arrive quietly, like soft rain tapping on a window. And then there are books like Wellness — that kick the door open, sit across from you in the dim light of a late-night café, and ask the kind of questions you’ve been trying very hard not to look at directly. The kind of questions that feel like staring into a mirror for too long.What if love isn’t something we fall into once...
