There’s a particular kind of silence that settles in after you close a soft romance—the kind that doesn’t rush you back into the world, but asks you to sit still for a moment. Finding Our Forever left me in that silence. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just quietly present, like a cup of tea gone lukewarm because you forgot to drink it while lost in thought.   I went into this book the way I often do: with my expectations tucked neatly away. No hype, no pressure, no assumptions about

There are books you read, and there are books that read you. I didn’t expect that a quiet-looking hardcover with a nostalgic photograph of Mussoorie nestled on the cover would do that to me—but the moment I cracked open Mussoorie Montage: Tales from the Hills by Divyaroop Bhatnagar, I felt something shift. It was like stepping into a fog-thick morning on Camel’s Back Road where everything feels familiar yet charged with the thrill of what might be waiting around the next bend

Some books don’t wait politely for your attention — they kick the door open and sweep you into another world before you even realize you’ve crossed a threshold. Circle of Days by Ken Follett did that to me. I wasn’t prepared. One moment I was sinking into my sofa after a long day, absently flipping pages just to unwind, and the next, I was standing barefoot on the Great Plain of prehistoric Britain, tasting dust in the air and feeling the raw ache of ambition and conflict pre