I opened A Rose on the Last Page on a night that felt ordinary. No grand intention. No search for meaning. Just a gap between two heavier reads. I told myself it would be a few poems before sleep. Something light. Something quick.   But sometimes the book you choose absentmindedly is the one that sits beside you longer than expected.   A Rose on the Last Page by Bharti Jain is not a dramatic collection. It doesn’t shout about heartbreak or decorate longing with complicated me