I have always found something slightly unsettling about telephone calls. Maybe it is because you cannot see the person on the other end. You hear a voice, but you don't know what the face behind it looks like. You cannot tell whether someone is speaking calmly because they are genuinely calm, or because they are trying very hard not to fall apart. Sometimes there is a pause. Sometimes there is silence. And sometimes, you realise that the person on the other end may

Some evenings refuse to end when the sun goes down. They linger. In the silence after everyone has gone to bed. In an old photograph discovered by accident. In a familiar fragrance floating through an unfamiliar street. They arrive carrying memories we never invited—and perhaps never truly let go. That quiet emotional space is where Neelam Saxena Chandra's Seeli Shaamein begins. The title itself is evocative. Damp evenings. Moist with memory. Heavy with emotions that

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