Posts from the literature category.
The first time I opened Maya’s Mirage by Manish Reddy, I wasn’t expecting to be pulled in so quickly. But within a few pages, it felt less like reading and more like stepping through a doorway — one that opened into a future both dazzling and unnerving. It’s the kind of story that doesn’t just spin a world for you; it makes you question the one you’re already living in. And while Reddy may be new ...
Imagine this: you’re on a train, the hum of wheels against tracks lulling you into that half-dreamy state where thoughts wander. You pull out a slim book — just 72 pages, light in your hands — thinking, I’ll read a story or two before my stop. And then, suddenly, the world outside the window blurs because the world inside the pages has cracked something open in you. That was my experience with Rai...
Imagine this: the sound of rain tapping against your window late at night, that soft rhythm that makes the world slow down. You’re curled up with a cup of tea, and suddenly you stumble upon a book that doesn’t just echo the rain outside, but somehow breathes with it. That’s what happened when I picked up When A Butterfly Loves the Rain by Shriya Karthik. I didn’t just read this anthology of poems ...
Have you ever stumbled across an old letter in a drawer — creases soft with time, ink fading, but the emotions inside still startlingly alive? That’s exactly how I felt while reading Stamped, Sealed but Unsent by Nilshree Yelulkar, an anthology where 27 women lend their voices to letters that were never actually sent. I’ll admit, I’ve always been a little obsessed with letters. Maybe it’s because ...
Have you ever sat in the middle of the night, lamp dimmed low, book in hand, and felt the silence around you suddenly grow heavy — almost alive? That’s what happened to me when I picked up After the Gods Fell Silent by Parul Mathur. I’d expected a mythological spin, maybe a familiar retelling of gods and wars. What I got instead was something quieter, stranger, and far more unsettling — a world wh...
You know that moment when you close a book and just…sit there, staring into nothing, because your mind hasn’t caught up with your heart? That was me with Pronounced Guilty by Monica Singh. I’d picked it up expecting a courtroom drama of sorts, maybe something legal-thriller-ish, but what I got was much more layered, much more unsettling — and, honestly, much more human.The premise itself hooked me...
They say books can transport you, but Parallel Whispers: Arya’s Journey by Priyanka Sharma didn’t just take me somewhere — it unsettled the ground beneath me. From the very first chapter, I felt like I was slipping into a dream that wasn’t mine, where every clue pulled me deeper and every silence felt alive. It’s rare to find a story that makes you question not just the character’s reality, but yo...
Imagine this: you pick up a book thinking it’ll be another doctor’s memoir — maybe filled with medical jargon, some predictable patient tales, a touch of sentimentality. But within a few pages, you realize you’re not just reading about medicine. You’re reading about life — messy, beautiful, heartbreaking life. That’s what happened to me with The Reluctant Doctor: Stilettos to Stethoscope by Balesh...
