Posts from the literature 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 — ...
Some books leave your hands the moment you finish them. Others quietly move into your bloodstream, resurfacing unexpectedly — while waiting at a traffic signal, overhearing strangers argue in a café, or lying awake at 2 a.m. wondering how much of yourself the world has slowly negotiated away.All That We Carry by Abhinav Kumar belongs firmly in the second category.What stayed with me most was not a...
Some books arrive like conversations. Others arrive like mirrors.You begin reading casually, thinking you already understand the territory — familiar gods, familiar philosophies, familiar spiritual vocabulary — and then somewhere between a story from the Puranas and a meditation on the self, the book quietly turns toward you and asks a question you were not prepared to answer.That was my journey t...
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...
Reposting something I wrote 18 years ago. Funny how one can see more when they know less. It's raining.The streets are empty, except for the occasional cow running for shelter and a car going by, honking continuously in spite of an empty road. Another car pulls in the driveway of a nearby building. While it is backing up,the red taillight and the blinking yellow side indicator are giving momentary...
There’s a strange habit most of us carry without noticing. We meet someone for five minutes and quietly write an entire story about them in our heads. A tone of voice becomes arrogance. Silence becomes attitude. Confidence becomes ego. And sometimes, kindness itself feels suspicious. Reading Looking Again reminded me how frighteningly fast we all become judges in lives we barely understand.I began...
There’s a quiet frustration most of us don’t admit out loud — the kind that shows up when you ask AI something simple, and the response comes back… almost right, but not quite. You tweak a word, try again, maybe blame the tool a little. And then one day, you stumble upon a book that gently flips the mirror toward you.That’s exactly what happened to me while reading Prompt Engineering Simplified: R...
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 ...
