I read The Wisdom of Balance slowly, the way you sip something warm when you don’t want the cup to end too soon. Not because it demanded slowness, but because it invited it. This isn’t a book that shouts for your attention. It sits quietly across the table, waits for you to finish your thought, and then says something that lands a little deeper than you expected.   Swapnil Kamat’s premise is disarmingly simple: most of what matters in life exists between two truths. Work and

I was lying on my side when I finished it.   Not the dignified, upright posture of a “serious reader.” Just me, the phone slipping slightly in my hand, one knee drawn up, the fan making that familiar uneven sound it makes when it’s been on too long. Evening had already crossed into night. My first thought wasn’t insight. It was quieter.   So this is why my days feel unfinished.   I didn’t think of time. I thought of energy. Specifically, where mine had been leaking without my

Imagine walking into a college where there are no classrooms, no exams, no professors with tweed jackets and tired eyes. Instead, you’re...