Posts from the philosophy 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...
“Ekad baa”..I called my daughter “come this side” as she was strolling all over in the train to explore it. I was calling her repeatedly and this word stuck in my head. Me being an over thinker, the thoughts lingered for no reason.Ekad Ba - in Kannada ( north slang) - come this side Ee kadea Ba - in Kannada ( Bangalore / south slang ) come this side Eekade Yeaa - in Marathi- ( come this side)Ika...
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...
Some books announce themselves with a thesis. This one arrived like humidity on skin — quiet, unavoidable, already inside the room before I knew it. I was reading, but I was also standing on a riverbank at night, ash cooling, water moving, the world refusing to pause for grief. That opening feeling never really left me. Dhara doesn’t ask for attention. It assumes you will eventually slow down enou...
The first time I paused while reading Beyond Love, it wasn’t because a line demanded applause. It was quieter than that. I found myself staring at the faint smudge on my Kindle screen, the kind you only notice when your mind slips away from words and wanders inward. That’s when I realised this book wasn’t asking to be read. It was asking to be felt. Slowly. Honestly. Maybe even a little uncomforta...
The first thing Brahma-Patra made me do was slow down. Not metaphorically. Physically. I remember reading the opening pages late at night, phone dimmed, the room quiet except for a ceiling fan slicing the air, when I realised my thumb had stopped its impatient scroll. This wasn’t a book that wanted to be consumed. It wanted to be sat with. Like a letter you don’t open in one go, because you know o...
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...
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 didn’t pick up The Art of Focus on a calm morning with incense burning and soothing flute music in the background — although that might have made me look more aligned with the title. Instead, I opened it on a messy weekday evening, surrounded by half-finished tasks, buzzing phone notifications, and a mind that felt like 37 browser tabs open at once. Ironically, I reached for a book about focus w...
There are books you read.And then there are books that read you.I wasn’t expecting that kind of encounter when I opened The Aware Being Code late one night, intending to sample just a few pages before sleep. But somewhere between the author’s quiet invitation and the mirror it held up to parts of myself I rarely sit with, I found myself wide awake at 3 a.m., staring at the ceiling, asking question...
