Posts from the literature category.
Morning unfolded like it always did - Measured, routine, predictable.But Kaia wasn’t.She stepped into the office with her usual grace, but the lightness that normally followed her seemed absent. Her hair fell softly over her shoulders, her bag resting neatly by her desk. Every movement was proper..Controlled.Adrian noticed.He had been pretending to review a file, though his attention had been fixe...
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 are cities that glitter at night. And then there are cities that swallow light whole.Reading City Without Stars by Tim Baker felt like walking through one of the latter — a place where hope doesn’t disappear dramatically; it erodes quietly, layer by layer, until even the sky feels complicit.Set in Ciudad Real, a fictionalised border town echoing the tragedies of Juárez, the novel drops us in...
There is something quietly unsettling about birthdays once you cross a certain age. The cake is still sweet, the candles still flicker, but beneath the ritual there is an inventory being taken. What did I become this year? What slipped away unnoticed?That is the emotional temperature of Birthday Stories, curated by Haruki Murakami — not festive, not nostalgic in a sentimental way, but introspectiv...
There is a particular kind of silence that follows the collapse of something once believed to be eternal. Not the thunder of war, but the quieter, more dangerous hush — the kind that settles into abandoned halls, unsettled bloodlines, and inherited guilt. In The Shattered Empire, Atul Arjun Mohite chooses to begin there. Not at the height of glory, but in the aftermath of certainty.The thousand-ye...
Some people are afraid of heights.Some are afraid of failure.And some are afraid of the one moment where everything is supposed to look perfect.The Landing begins in the cockpit, but it quickly makes it clear that the real descent is internal.First Officer Anvi Singh is the kind of woman our culture celebrates without hesitation — disciplined, decorated, precise. A rising star trusted with lives t...
I picked up It’s Easy to Be Healthy by Malaika Arora expecting another glossy celebrity fitness book — the kind with curated routines, aspirational photos, and promises of overnight transformation.But from the very first page, I realized this was different. It felt like sitting across from a friend at a quiet café in Mumbai, the monsoon pouring outside, the streets alive with honking taxis and str...
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’s a particular kind of confidence that comes from building something without excess. Not the loud confidence of billion-dollar funding rounds or glossy launch events — but the quiet certainty of knowing every screw, every line of code, every decision had to justify its existence.LeanSpark feels like that kind of confidence.I began reading it at a time when every startup headline seemed to sc...
Some love stories don’t explode. They simmer. And Musafir Café feels exactly like that — two cups of chai growing cold between conversations that were never fully finished.Divya Prakash Dubey places us gently into the lives of Sudha and Chander, two people introduced through the most traditional route possible — a parental matrimonial setup — only to find themselves questioning the very institutio...
