I read The Wisdom of Balance slowly, the way you sip something warm when you don’t want the cup to end too soon. Not because it demanded slowness, but because it invited it. This isn’t a book that shouts for your attention. It sits quietly across the table, waits for you to finish your thought, and then says something that lands a little deeper than you expected.   Swapnil Kamat’s premise is disarmingly simple: most of what matters in life exists between two truths. Work and

I finished Uneasy Spaces on an evening that promised nothing memorable. The room was familiar, the day had been uneventful, and my mind was already drifting toward routine thoughts. Yet when I closed the book, something inside me refused to move on. I wasn’t overwhelmed or shaken in any obvious way. I was simply… altered. As if I had spent time listening to people speak softly about their lives, and their voices had followed me into the silence afterward. That, I think, is th

I was lying on my side when I finished it.   Not the dignified, upright posture of a “serious reader.” Just me, the phone slipping slightly in my hand, one knee drawn up, the fan making that familiar uneven sound it makes when it’s been on too long. Evening had already crossed into night. My first thought wasn’t insight. It was quieter.   So this is why my days feel unfinished.   I didn’t think of time. I thought of energy. Specifically, where mine had been leaking without my

I noticed my breathing before I noticed the quiet.   Not the dramatic kind of silence that announces itself, but the softer one — the kind that slips in when the mind stops reaching for the next thing. I was sitting by the window. Late afternoon light. The book closed without ceremony. And for a few seconds, I didn’t feel the need to move.   That is how Fragrances Unseen stayed with me — not as a volume of poems, but as a lingering presence. Like something you smell after som

I didn’t read Shukriya Boganviliya in one sitting. Not because it was difficult—but because it kept asking me to stop. A poem would end, and instead of turning the page, I would sit there, feeling oddly addressed. As if someone had spoken my name softly and walked away.   Written by Nitya Shukla, Shukriya Boganviliya is a Hindi poetry collection that doesn’t ask for attention. It earns it quietly. Published by Highbrow Scribes Publications, this book carries an unassuming con