Posts from the philosophy category.
There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty… it feels watchful.The kind you don’t notice at first.The kind that slowly begins to notice you.That’s the space I found myself in while reading The Tubewell House by Abhishek Chaudhary.At one level, it’s the story of Ashank Sinha — a man who has stepped away from the velocity of Mumbai’s financial world into the deceptive stillness of a vi...
There are some books you don’t really “read” in the usual sense. You don’t chase their plot, you don’t wait for something to happen. You simply… sit with them. Like sitting beside an old window on a quiet afternoon, watching nothing in particular — and yet, somehow, everything.That’s the space Deewar Mein Ek Khidki Rehti Thi gently invites you into.And once you step inside, it doesn’t rush you.It ...
There are days when you close your laptop… and for a brief second, the silence feels louder than the noise you just escaped.That’s the space this book walked me into.The Monk Who Knew The Code by Akash Jha doesn’t arrive with urgency. It doesn’t demand your attention. It sits beside you — quietly — and waits until you’re ready to notice what you’ve been avoiding.At its surface, Aarav’s story feels...
There are some books you read… and then there are some books that quietly rearrange the way you look at your own thoughts.This one did not arrive as a new discovery for me. It arrived like something I should have already known — something I had somehow postponed meeting.And that realization stayed.Because I have read Abraham Hicks before. I own their work. I understand the philosophy. But this boo...
Some stories don’t ask you to judge what happened. They ask you to sit quietly with why it happened — and then leave you alone with the discomfort of not having a clean answer.That was the space I found myself in while reading We, the Survivors.You enter the narrative knowing the outcome. A man has killed someone. He has already served his time. The world has moved on. And yet, the most important ...
There’s a certain kind of book that doesn’t arrive with noise—it sits beside you quietly, like an elder who doesn’t insist on being heard, but somehow ends up telling you exactly what you didn’t know you needed. That’s the space The Sage with Two Horns: Unusual Tales from Mythology by Sudha Murty occupies.I didn’t approach this book expecting discovery. Mythology, after all, often comes wrapped in...
There’s a particular kind of strength that doesn’t shout. It sits quietly in the soil, in routine, in repetition—like a body learning to fall and rise on the same patch of earth every single day. That’s the feeling that stayed with me while reading Enter the Dangal: Travels through India's Wrestling Landscape by Rudraneil Sengupta. Not excitement. Not adrenaline. Something deeper. Something older....
There are some stories that begin after the ending — and somehow feel more urgent because of it. While reading Ever After by Saroor Sarao, I kept returning to a quiet, unsettling thought: what if death doesn’t close anything… it simply removes our excuses?This isn’t a grand, philosophical exploration dressed in heavy language. It arrives in a far more disarming way. A flawed girl. A strange hotel....
Jarring and magical at the same time..Beautifully written.
Some books you read with curiosity. Others you read with admiration. And then there are those rare ones you read slowly, almost carefully — because every few pages you find yourself pausing, breathing a little deeper, and quietly acknowledging the fragile miracle of simply being alive.That was my experience with Light Beyond the Shadows: A True Story by Sangita Raje.The book opens not with manufac...
