There are some novels you don’t enter—they slowly sit beside you, like an old friend who knows your silences better than your words. That was my experience while reading When We Fell Upward: Love Doesn’t Lift or Fall. It Remembers by Veerendra P. Jagadale. I didn’t rush through it. I found myself pausing—not because the narrative demanded effort, but because the emotional memory inside it asked to be respected.   At its core, this is not a story about rising. It is a story ab

I still remember the first time I heard Piyush Mishra live—his words flowing like a river that refuses to be dammed, each syllable carrying the weight of years, pain, joy, and unrestrained passion. The air itself seemed to hum with his energy, each note and gesture leaving invisible ripples that lingered long after the applause. Holding Tumhari Auqat Kya Hai now, I realize reading this book is like stepping into that same river—letting yourself be carried along, immersed comp

Have you ever looked around at your neighbours, colleagues, even the seemingly exhausted parents at a school drop-off and wondered, “What...