I read True Treasure slowly at first, the way one steps into an unfamiliar house—alert, cautious, noticing the light and the corners. By the third chapter, that caution dissolved. I wasn’t visiting anymore; I was sitting on the floor with these lives, listening. This is the kind of book that doesn’t knock loudly for attention. It waits. And somehow, you lean in.   Sudha Vishwanath’s debut novel arrives without bravado, yet carries quiet confidence. There’s a steadiness to her