There’s something unsettling about the idea that six ordinary days can reroute an entire life.   Not years. Not decades. Six days.   That quiet tension hums beneath Six Days in Bombay, the latest standalone from Alka Joshi, and it caught me off guard. I went in expecting historical richness and atmospheric detail. I did not expect to feel personally confronted by a young nurse’s hunger for a life larger than the one she’d been handed.   We meet Sona Falstaff in 1937 Bombay —

There are books you read. And then there are books that read you. I wasn’t expecting that kind of encounter when I opened The Aware Being Code late one night, intending to sample just a few pages before sleep. But somewhere between the author’s quiet invitation and the mirror it held up to parts of myself I rarely sit with, I found myself wide awake at 3 a.m., staring at the ceiling, asking questions I didn’t know I needed to ask. Questions about purpose. About the wounds we

Some books arrive like old friends. Others enter like sudden winds that rearrange the curtains of your inner room. Chopra’s Abundance walked in like a polite guest with a quiet smile… and then proceeded to rearrange half the furniture in my mind. Not violently — but gently, insistently, the way a truth does when it’s been waiting far too long.   Deepak Chopra, of course, is no stranger to this particular art. For decades, he’s been the soft-spoken rebel of the wellness world