Posts from the lifestyle category.
I read The Wisdom of Balance slowly, the way you sip something warm when you don’t want the cup to end too soon. Not because it demanded slowness, but because it invited it. This isn’t a book that shouts for your attention. It sits quietly across the table, waits for you to finish your thought, and then says something that lands a little deeper than you expected.Swapnil Kamat’s premise is disarmin...
I was feeling irritated because of a traffic jam that afternoon—such a waste of time. We had barely moved for the last fifteen minutes. In the middle of the jam, I noticed a woman pulling a cart loaded with five heavy bags of white powder. She was dragging it with both hands, carefully finding her way through the traffic.She was Neeta Devi, probably in her late forties. She was covered in white po...
Some books arrive like an invitation you didn’t know you were waiting for. You open the first page expecting light chatter, a pleasant distraction, maybe a few smiles between sips of coffee — and then, somewhere between one chapter and the next, you realise you’ve been quietly pulled into a room full of lives that feel oddly familiar. The Secrets of Floor Five did that to me. It didn’t knock. It s...
Some books announce themselves loudly. They clear their throat, adjust their spectacles, and declare, “I have something important to say.”The Daughters of Shantiniketan doesn’t do that.It sits beside you quietly, like someone at a café who doesn’t interrupt your thoughts — until, suddenly, you realise they know exactly what you’ve been thinking all along.I began this novel expecting a family saga ...
My fathers shawl. This shawl is more than just a piece of cloth to me; it's a symbol of my father's love. He loved it for its quality and warmth, and it's been with me since I left home for studies and now for marriage. It's my go-to companion during travels and winter days.Whenever my father sees it, he can't help but praise its goodness and reminds him how it kept him warm during his pilgrimage ...
The one solace through 2025 was reading. Books were the silent companion whether I realized it or not. Every train ride, walk and commute to office was made not just bearable by some of these volumes. Here is to more reading in 2026.
This past year felt like a blur. Looking back through my calendar, I can see all the events and highlights clearly marked. But most of them didn’t feel like it. The days melded into one long day that I sleep walked through. As the arrow of time turns the page on 2025, I am looking back through evidence to piece back the year that went by. And reminds me of what is not in the paper trail, but in me...
