Some books announce themselves loudly. This one arrived like a coded message slipped across a café table—quiet, dangerous, and impossible to ignore once you realised what it carried. I read The Silk Route Spy not in its original English, but in its Marathi translation, and that detail matters. Because this is a story about crossing borders—political, moral, emotional—and reading it in a language that lives closer to the soil made those crossings feel even more intimate.   Dr.