Posts from the relationships category.
There are some stories you don’t read for entertainment… you read them because somewhere, quietly, you’re afraid they might be true.That was the space I found myself in while reading The Man Who Thought The Sky Is Blue by Iqbal Singh.Not because the narrative is dramatic.But because it feels disturbingly possible.At its core, this is the story of a man who loses — emotionally, socially, financiall...
It was a little past noon when Adrian stepped out of his cabin.“Can I have everyone for five minutes?” he said, his voice calm but carrying enough authority to gather attention.Chairs shifted. Conversations paused. The team slowly came together.Kaia looked up from her screen, curious.Adrian stood near the center, hands loosely folded.“We’ve had a good week,” he began. “The Westbridge project was i...
There’s a certain kind of love that doesn’t feel like a choice after a point.It feels like gravity.You know it’s pulling you somewhere you shouldn’t go… and yet, you don’t resist. Not because you’re weak. But because some part of you has decided that falling is still better than standing still.That’s the emotional space I found myself in while reading Confessions of a Manaholic.This isn’t a poetry...
There’s a certain kind of silence I’ve grown up respecting.The kind that sits in a room when a uniform is mentioned.The kind that doesn’t need explanation.Maybe it comes from watching my father — an Indian Air Force veteran — carry stories he never fully told. Or maybe it comes from that younger version of me who once dreamed of wearing the olive green, not fully understanding what it demands… onl...
There are some stories that don’t end when the plot does… they linger like a scent you can’t quite name, but can’t forget either.That was my experience with The Perfumist of Paris by Alka Joshi.Not because it overwhelms you with drama.But because it quietly settles into your senses — layer by layer — until you realize you’re not just reading Radha’s life… you’re inhaling it.Set in 1970s Paris, the...
There’s a certain kind of courage that doesn’t announce itself loudly… it just quietly refuses to go back.That’s the feeling that stayed with me while reading The Henna Artist by Alka Joshi.Not the kind of courage we celebrate on stages.The quieter one. The kind that rebuilds a life from scratch… and then guards it like a secret.Lakshmi’s journey begins in escape — but what unfolds is not a story ...
I lost a friend last week. I am not alone. The world lost a son, a brother, a uncle, a boyfriend, a friend, and more importantly a thoughtful sincere person to trust and to lean on. He was only 34, and we lost him so soon. But here I am writing to celebrate a life that, even in its brevity, was lived more fully than most of us could ever hope to.He was strength without noise, courage without compl...
There’s a certain kind of book you don’t just read — you slip into it like an old, familiar playlist. The kind where every note feels predictable… until suddenly, it isn’t. That’s exactly what happened to me with Better Than the Movies by Lynn Painter.I went in expecting a light, feel-good teen rom-com. Something easy. Something comforting. And yes, it is all of that — but it’s also quietly more o...
There are some books you finish… and then quietly sit with, as if something inside you needs a moment to rearrange itself.A Brief History of Love did that to me.Not dramatically. Not in a way that announces itself. But in a slow, almost unsettling way — like realizing that something you’ve trusted your whole life might not be entirely yours.Because what if love… isn’t just yours?I went into this b...
Monday mornings were rarely this warm.But that day -they were.Kaia walked into the office a little earlier than usual, a large box balanced carefully in her hands, another tucked under her arm. The faint aroma of coffee and butter followed her in, soft but unmistakable.She placed them gently on the common table before anyone arrived.For a moment, she stood there.Looking at them.Not checking. Not a...