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

The first thing Brahma-Patra made me do was slow down. Not metaphorically. Physically. I remember reading the opening pages late at night, phone dimmed, the room quiet except for a ceiling fan slicing the air, when I realised my thumb had stopped its impatient scroll. This wasn’t a book that wanted to be consumed. It wanted to be sat with. Like a letter you don’t open in one go, because you know once you do, something inside you will shift.   Shiv Shankar Jha is not a loud wr