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

There are books you read, and there are books that read you. I didn’t expect that a quiet-looking hardcover with a nostalgic photograph of Mussoorie nestled on the cover would do that to me—but the moment I cracked open Mussoorie Montage: Tales from the Hills by Divyaroop Bhatnagar, I felt something shift. It was like stepping into a fog-thick morning on Camel’s Back Road where everything feels familiar yet charged with the thrill of what might be waiting around the next bend

Some books don’t wait politely for your attention — they kick the door open and sweep you into another world before you even realize you’ve crossed a threshold. Circle of Days by Ken Follett did that to me. I wasn’t prepared. One moment I was sinking into my sofa after a long day, absently flipping pages just to unwind, and the next, I was standing barefoot on the Great Plain of prehistoric Britain, tasting dust in the air and feeling the raw ache of ambition and conflict pre