There’s something different about returning to a writer. The first time you read someone, you observe them. The second time, you listen more closely. Having reviewed earlier work by Bindu Unnikrishnan, I didn’t walk into Spilled Coffee and Some Laughs as a stranger. I walked in with memory. With familiarity. With a quiet expectation of honesty. And this book met me there. Some books arrive like loud announcements. This one feels like sitting across from someone who do
