There’s something unsettling about watching a man get exactly what he prayed for.   Not because success is frightening. But because sometimes it arrives like a beautifully wrapped gift with a slow fuse hidden inside.   That was the feeling that stayed with me while reading Blight of the Ivory by Yudhishthir Singh. Not loud horror. Not theatrical darkness. Something quieter. Like a ceiling fan turning in an empty room long after everyone has left.   Akshat isn’t a dramatic her

There’s a particular kind of silence that follows a question you cannot answer — not because you lack intelligence, but because the pieces simply refuse to sit still. That is the silence I carried while reading Salt and Blood by Amit D'Souza. Not a loud, heart-racing thriller silence. A slower one. The kind that lingers like humidity before a storm that may or may not arrive.   At first glance, this is the story of Inspector Sheela Sawant investigating a body found under unse