Posts from the family category.
Some thrillers entertain you for a weekend.Some leave you glancing at the weather app a little differently afterward.While reading The Pralaya Prophecy by Mridula Ramesh, I kept feeling an unusual mix of dread and tenderness — as if ancient mythology and tomorrow’s newspaper headlines had been locked inside the same room and told to survive together.And somewhere in the middle of that storm stands...
There’s a particular kind of silence that exists between fathers and children.Not anger.Not distance either.Just years of unfinished conversations sitting quietly at the dining table.That silence kept returning to me while reading Yaar Papa by Divya Prakash Dubey. Not because the novel tries too hard to make you emotional, but because it understands something uncomfortable about Indian families — ...
There’s a moment in every Indian household connected to the armed forces when history stops being a chapter in a textbook and becomes deeply personal. Sometimes it arrives through an old photograph in uniform. Sometimes through a trunk filled with fading documents. Sometimes through the way a father falls silent when a war is mentioned on television.While reading From Reveille to Retreat by Lt. Ge...
There’s a certain silence that follows after you close a book — not the empty kind, but the kind that feels… occupied. Like someone has just left the room, and their presence still lingers in the air. That’s the silence Off to the Skies — Man Behind the Uniform left me with.I didn’t step into this story looking for spectacle. No roaring jets or high-adrenaline missions were going to impress me on ...
There are some stories you don’t read for entertainment… you read them because somewhere, quietly, you’re afraid they might be true.That was the space I found myself in while reading The Man Who Thought The Sky Is Blue by Iqbal Singh.Not because the narrative is dramatic.But because it feels disturbingly possible.At its core, this is the story of a man who loses — emotionally, socially, financiall...
I lost a friend last week. I am not alone. The world lost a son, a brother, a uncle, a boyfriend, a friend, and more importantly a thoughtful sincere person to trust and to lean on. He was only 34, and we lost him so soon. But here I am writing to celebrate a life that, even in its brevity, was lived more fully than most of us could ever hope to.He was strength without noise, courage without compl...
The most memorable stories aren’t always the loudest.Sometimes, they are the ones that warm you slowly — until you don’t notice the world has softened around you.That was the space I found myself in while reading Lallan Sweets by Srishti Chaudhary.Set in the mid-90s, the narrative doesn’t just recreate a time — it recreates a feeling. The hum of a Kinetic scooter, the quiet authority of elders, th...
There is a particular stillness that comes over you when you read about a soldier who never expected to become a legend. Not the cinematic stillness of slow motion and background music — but the quieter kind, like standing before a memorial and suddenly realizing the name on the stone once laughed, argued, trained, worried, and chose duty anyway. That was the feeling that stayed with me while read...
Morning didn’t arrive softly.It came with noise.Utensils placed harder than necessary. Cupboards shutting with intention. Words waiting at the edge of silence.Kaia stood in the kitchen, pouring tea into two cups, her movements steady despite the tension building in the room.“You came late again.”Her mother’s voice broke the silence.“There was work,” Kaia replied, steady.“There is always work,” her...
This is the story of two women (one mother, other mother-in-law of the author) from different cultural backgrounds who brought their families together through - food!One represents Tamil tradition, known for simple and balanced South Indian flavours. Tamil cuisine developed from agrarian practices and temple culture, with rice, lentils, coconut, tamarind, and spices forming its base. The other rep...
