There’s a particular kind of silence that exists between fathers and children. Not anger.Not distance either. Just years of unfinished conversations sitting quietly at the dining table. That silence kept returning to me while reading Yaar Papa by Divya Prakash Dubey. Not because the novel tries too hard to make you emotional, but because it understands something uncomfortable about Indian families — many fathers spend their entire lives proving themselves to the world w

Some books are read. Some books are experienced slowly, like a conversation that returns to you every year. October Junction by Divya Prakash Dubey felt exactly like that to me. Imagine meeting someone in a city that itself lives somewhere between reality and dreams. A city where time feels slower and conversations linger longer. In that setting, two strangers meet — not to build a conventional relationship, but to create something far more delicate: a connection that ref

Some love stories don’t explode. They simmer. And Musafir Café feels exactly like that—two cups of chai growing cold between conversations that were never fully finished. Divya Prakash Dubey places us gently into the lives of Sudha and Chander, two people introduced through the most traditional route possible—a parental matrimonial setup—only to find themselves questioning the very institution that brought them together. Sudha, a divorce lawyer who has watched marriages unr