Posts from the history category.
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 particular kind of silence that settles over a reader when a book doesn’t merely present an argument, but quietly questions the foundation on which decades of accepted thinking have been built. I felt that silence while reading Mysteries of Vedas: Five Keys for Decoding by Kaushal Kishore. Not because the book is aggressive or sensational, but because it carries the confidence of someone...
There’s a certain kind of courage that doesn’t announce itself loudly… it just quietly refuses to go back.That’s the feeling that stayed with me while reading The Henna Artist by Alka Joshi.Not the kind of courage we celebrate on stages.The quieter one. The kind that rebuilds a life from scratch… and then guards it like a secret.Lakshmi’s journey begins in escape — but what unfolds is not a story ...
There was a moment, somewhere between two questions, when I stopped reading.Not because I was tired.But because I was… uncomfortable.Not the kind of discomfort a difficult book gives you.The quieter kind. The kind that makes you realise how much you thought you knew —and how much you actually don’t.That’s where The Viksit Bharat Quiz Book: Know Your Bharat, One Question at a Time! by Partha Sarthi...
i dont know what prompted this kid to start waving the Indian tricolor on a nondescript summer evening. Any reason is good enough.
There’s a peculiar moment we’re all living through right now — where the future isn’t arriving slowly… it’s quietly sitting beside us, finishing our sentences.That was the feeling that stayed with me while reading this book.Not excitement. Not fear. Something more unsettling — recognition.Because what this book does, very effectively, is remove the illusion that AI is “coming.” It shows you, almos...
There’s a particular kind of strength that doesn’t shout. It sits quietly in the soil, in routine, in repetition—like a body learning to fall and rise on the same patch of earth every single day. That’s the feeling that stayed with me while reading Enter the Dangal: Travels through India's Wrestling Landscape by Rudraneil Sengupta. Not excitement. Not adrenaline. Something deeper. Something older....
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...
Some books arrive quietly. Others arrive carrying the sound of engines.While reading Wings of Valour by Swapnil Pandey, I found myself thinking not just about aircraft slicing through the sky, but about a pair of grease-stained hands from another era — my father’s.My father served in the Indian Air Force, working on the maintenance of the legendary Douglas C‑47 Dakota. Growing up, I never saw the ...
