Posts from the literature category.
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 ...
By the time Kaia stepped out of the building, the sky had begun to soften - blue melting into something warmer, gentler. She was almost at the gate when Adrian called her name.“Kaia.”She turned.He stood there holding a small bundle wrapped in brown paper, as though it had been waiting all day to be remembered.“I meant to give these to you earlier,” he said. “For joining the team.”He unfolded the ...
Have you observed how ‘Folk Tales’ are usually intentionally layered? Different ages understand them differently. A child sees adventure and enjoys what happens. An adult sees symbolism and understands what it means. An elder sees life wisdom, thus making these folktales timeless teaching tools!This book is based on a charming concept - to share folk stories from different parts of India. It also ...
The first time Through Not Your Eyes made me pause, it wasn’t because of a grand idea. It was because I caught myself staring at my own reflection in a dark laptop screen, late at night, wondering — quite genuinely — whether the man looking back was the observer… or part of the observed. That, I realised, is exactly how this book works. It doesn’t shout revelations. It nudges you into quiet corner...
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.
Some books arrive in your life like a loud motivational speaker with a mic that’s a notch too high. Others slip in quietly, pull out a chair, order cutting chai, and say, “Listen, try this one small thing today.” One Habit a Day belongs firmly to the second category.I remember reading it late one evening, phone on silent, the house finally exhaling after a long day. No dramatic before-and-after pr...
I finished Tumhari Aarshi late in the evening, phone face down on the bed, the room lit by a single tube light that had begun to hum faintly. I remember my shoulders were slightly raised, as if I had been bracing myself without knowing why. When I closed the book, I didn’t move at once. Not because something had struck me dramatically — but because something had quietly refused to leave.There was ...
The lounge buzzed with the soft clinking of china, warm chatter, and the sweet scent of pastries laid out across the long wooden table. Afternoon light poured through the wide windows, brushing the edges of the room in a gentle gold.Kaia stepped in quietly, meeting her new team’s bright faces. Her smile had a way of settling the room - soft yet steady.Amelia was the first to greet her.“Kaia! We we...
There are some characters we inherit, not choose.Their meanings are handed to us early, wrapped in certainty, repeated until curiosity feels unnecessary. Ravan arrived in my life that way — already concluded, already named, already sealed. Evil was not something to be examined; it was something to be defeated. The story had taught me where to stand long before I knew how to ask why.So when I picke...
I closed the book in the late afternoon, when the house had begun to sound hollow again. The kind of quiet that arrives after lunch, when even the ceiling fan seems to turn more slowly. My legs were stretched out. One foot rested against the table leg without thinking. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. Not because I was overwhelmed — but because I felt oddly relocated.As if I had returned from som...
