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

Some books announce themselves loudly. This one arrived like a coded message slipped across a café table—quiet, dangerous, and impossible to ignore once you realised what it carried. I read The Silk Route Spy not in its original English, but in its Marathi translation, and that detail matters. Because this is a story about crossing borders—political, moral, emotional—and reading it in a language that lives closer to the soil made those crossings feel even more intimate.   Dr.