Imagine walking into a college where there are no classrooms, no exams, no professors with tweed jackets and tired eyes. Instead, you’re...

The first time I picked up The Sex Book: A Joyful Journey of Self-Discovery by Leeza Mangaldas, I felt like I was sneaking chocolate from...

The first time I cracked open The Carpenter by Jon Gordon, I didn’t expect to be sitting with my coffee and suddenly wondering about the...

The first time I picked up Tales from the Absurd, I half-expected a neat little box of stories where everything had its place, logic...

There are books that feel like thick tomes, demanding months of your time, and then there are the slender ones — the kind you slip into...

The first time I saw Sanjay Dutt on screen, I remember thinking: this man is either acting or simply being himself. The swagger felt too...

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When I was a child, someone told me that Shiva was a god who could wear ashes as perfume, dance in cremation grounds as if they were...

There are books that whisper to you, books that sing, and then there are books that lurk in the corner of your room like a shadow you...

There’s a peculiar comfort in leafing through a book that feels like both a mirror and a map. I didn’t expect a book on the Constitution...

There’s a certain sound that belongs only to India during election season. It isn’t the speeches or the drumbeats, not even the...

I opened Khullam Khulla: Rishi Kapoor Uncensored expecting a polite Bollywood memoir — the kind that tiptoes around gossip and glosses...

There are books you flip through in the backseat of a cab and forget by the next traffic signal, and then there are books that stay with...

I’ll tell you where I was when I opened Sach Kahun Toh. Midnight. Rain outside. My bedside lamp spilling that warm amber glow across the...

I didn’t expect to find myself sprinting through the cobbled streets of Prague at midnight, heart hammering, clutching a book that seemed...

When I closed the book, it felt less like shutting a Kindle and more like slamming shut a courtroom door echoing with unanswered...

Reading A Grain of Sand felt less like turning pages and more like hearing a temple bell in the middle of an ordinary day—sudden,...

You’re curled up in your favourite nook, the world buzzing outside, when someone leans across the table and whispers, “Hey…what if all...

Last night, I found myself grinning at a plate of hot chapatis on the dinner table, and I’ll tell you why. I had just finished Tales...

I’ll admit it—I’m a skeptic when it comes to self-help books. Too many of them blur into one another, offering quick-fix formulas or...