There is something revealing about the way adults protect certain rituals. Not because those rituals are important to the world, but because they quietly become important to who they are. Every Sunday morning across Indian cities, cricket grounds fill with people who have already lost the practical argument. They are no longer chasing selection, contracts, or recognition. Many have demanding careers, growing families, aging parents, rising EMIs, and shrinking free time. Yet

There is a particular kind of silence that arrives after reading about someone standing at the edge of everything they once were. I experienced that silence while reading Unshakable Confidence: The Anand Modi Story. Not because the book tries to shock the reader, but because it quietly forces you to confront a difficult question: Who are you when the life you built with your own hands suddenly disappears? A few pages into the narrative, I found myself staring at the ceili

There are books that whisper. Books that reason. And then there are books that roar. Giorgia Meloni’s I Am Giorgia: My Roots, My Principles belongs to the last kind — the kind that slaps you awake before you’ve finished your espresso. Reading it felt like sitting across a table from a woman who doesn’t just speak — she commands the air around her. Whether you agree with her politics or not, it’s impossible to look away. Meloni, Italy’s first female Prime Minister, has been

When was the last time a book made you question your own definition of freedom? For me, it happened somewhere between the first and last...