There’s something different about returning to a writer.   The first time you read someone, you observe them. The second time, you listen more closely.   Having reviewed earlier work by Bindu Unnikrishnan, I didn’t walk into Spilled Coffee and Some Laughs as a stranger. I walked in with memory. With familiarity. With a quiet expectation of honesty.   And this book met me there.   Some books arrive like loud announcements. This one feels like sitting across from someone who do

The “aha” moments in life rarely arrive with fireworks. They arrive quietly — in the pause after a meeting, in the silence after a mistake, in the thought you can’t shake off. That quiet space is where A-HA! : The more you reflect, The more you become! by Sorbojeet Chatterjee operates.   From the very first pages, I sensed this wasn’t trying to be “another self-help book.” In fact, it almost resists that label. It doesn’t hand you a ten-step formula or a loud motivational ant

There’s a particular kind of silence that follows a question you cannot answer — not because you lack intelligence, but because the pieces simply refuse to sit still. That is the silence I carried while reading Salt and Blood by Amit D'Souza. Not a loud, heart-racing thriller silence. A slower one. The kind that lingers like humidity before a storm that may or may not arrive.   At first glance, this is the story of Inspector Sheela Sawant investigating a body found under unse

There are cities that glitter at night. And then there are cities that swallow light whole.   Reading City Without Stars by Tim Baker felt like walking through one of the latter — a place where hope doesn’t disappear dramatically; it erodes quietly, layer by layer, until even the sky feels complicit.   Set in Ciudad Real, a fictionalised border town echoing the tragedies of Juárez, the novel drops us into a landscape where cartel wars rage in the shadows and hundreds of women

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

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