Posts from the literature category.
I began Kalpvriksha: The God’s Code on a quiet evening when the house had finally exhaled — lights dim, phone face down, the kind of silence that feels earned. I expected a thoughtful mythological read. I didn’t expect the book to look back at me the way it did, calmly, almost knowingly, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment in human history to speak.We live in a time obsessed with accel...
There are some books that arrive quietly into your life, like an evening breeze you didn’t know you needed. Banaras: An Eternal Love Story felt like that to me — a slow, steady presence rather than a dramatic interruption. I didn’t rush through its pages. I read it the way one walks through an unfamiliar city at dawn, pausing often, absorbing more than just what is visible, letting the mood do mos...
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...
There’s a particular kind of silence that settles in after you close a soft romance — the kind that doesn’t rush you back into the world, but asks you to sit still for a moment. Finding Our Forever left me in that silence. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just quietly present, like a cup of tea gone lukewarm because you forgot to drink it while lost in thought.I went into this book the way I often do: with...
The cafe was calmer now, the evening settling into its corners. Kaia placed the sunflowers gently on the counter, removing the paper wrap with care. She didn’t look at them for long - almost as if they demanded more emotion than she was ready to give.Mrs. Alder noticed.“They’re lovely’', she said softly.Kaia nodded, absently.“Yes, someone geve it to me today.'“Mrs. Alder hummed, trimming a stem.“K...
I finished Uneasy Spaces on an evening that promised nothing memorable. The room was familiar, the day had been uneventful, and my mind was already drifting toward routine thoughts. Yet when I closed the book, something inside me refused to move on. I wasn’t overwhelmed or shaken in any obvious way. I was simply… altered. As if I had spent time listening to people speak softly about their lives, a...
Similar to Shantaram, this is a window into a bygone Bombay that i have never known. Delightful read this one - the poetry in the words and the scenes evoke empathy for the characters even when they are at their worst.
What happens when evil no longer needs to announce itself, and belief stops being about surrender and starts becoming a transaction?That question sits at the heart of Aghori of Manikarnika 2: The Trident of Shiva, and it lingers long after the story moves on. I didn’t close this book feeling entertained; I closed it feeling quietly confronted, as if something ancient had observed me without judgme...
I read True Treasure slowly at first, the way one steps into an unfamiliar house — alert, cautious, noticing the light and the corners. By the third chapter, that caution dissolved. I wasn’t visiting anymore; I was sitting on the floor with these lives, listening. This is the kind of book that doesn’t knock loudly for attention. It waits. And somehow, you lean in.Sudha Vishwanath’s debut novel arr...
I read The River Woman and Other Poems slowly, the way one reads something that does not want to be rushed. A few poems at night. One in the quiet between two tasks. Sometimes just a single page, because the lines had a way of lingering — like the aftersound of water moving past stones long after the river itself has slipped out of view.Renu Roy’s poetry does not announce itself loudly. It arrives...
