There’s a particular sound that echoes through Indian homes—a sharp intake of breath followed by a whispered, scandalised question: Aiyyo… what will the neighbours say? It’s not just a sentence. It’s a mood. A warning. Sometimes even a full-blown philosophy of life. I smiled the moment I opened Aruna Nambiar’s Aiyyo, What Will the Neighbours Say? because I knew, instinctively, that this book understood that sound better than most people ever will.   Reading these thirteen sto

I didn’t open The Life That’s Waiting expecting to be moved. I opened it the way you open a window at dawn—carefully, unsure whether the air outside will soothe you or make the ache more obvious. Brianna Wiest has a way of meeting readers exactly there, in that fragile moment when holding it all together starts to feel heavier than falling apart. This book didn’t rush me forward. It sat beside me. Quietly. Patiently. Almost insistently.   Wiest has always occupied a curious l

I opened Stories of Courage on a day when nothing dramatic was happening in my life—and that’s exactly why it unsettled me. No crisis. No breaking news. Just an ordinary day. Yet within a few pages, the ground under that ordinariness began to shift. Not violently. Gently. The way perspective changes when you overhear someone else’s truth on a bus or at a café table. You keep reading, but part of you has already gone inward, recalibrating what you complain about, what you fear

I didn’t plan to read Never Say Die slowly. It just happened that way. A few pages at a time. Then a pause. Then a longer pause. Not because the book drags, but because it keeps nudging something personal. The kind of nudge that makes you put the book face down, stare into nothing for a moment, and think, Alright… I need to sit with this.   Most business memoirs arrive dressed for applause. They sparkle with certainty. They reassure you that every fall was strategic and every

We talk a lot about heartbreak. This book is about the decisions that come before it—the calculated exits, the postponed conversations, the confidence that silence is harmless. It explores how leaving doesn’t always require walking away. Sometimes it just requires not staying. Debasish Talukdar’s The Silence I Left Her In does not announce itself as a love story, nor does it pretend to be a redemption arc. It arrives more like a folded letter you find years later in an old dr

The night I began Operation SINDOOR, the house was quiet in that fragile way silence gets after the news has exhausted itself. The phone lay face down. Outside, a distant train horn stitched the darkness together. I didn’t open the book expecting drama. I opened it expecting clarity. What I didn’t expect was to feel as if I’d stepped into a low-lit operations room where time moves in half-seconds and every choice leaves a residue.   Lt Gen K.J.S. Dhillon doesn’t write like so

Some books don’t take you back to school. They take you back to a feeling. A tightness in the chest. A silence you learned to live with. IX B: The Fragile Heart of an Achiever did that to me—not by reminding me of my own classroom, but by pulling me into a memory I hadn’t connected to school life until now.   I grew up in a co-ed environment. Boys, girls, shared benches, shared laughter, shared awkwardness. So, when people talk about the “only boys’ school experience,” I usua

There’s a particular kind of silence that settles in after you close a soft romance—the kind that doesn’t rush you back into the world, but asks you to sit still for a moment. Finding Our Forever left me in that silence. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just quietly present, like a cup of tea gone lukewarm because you forgot to drink it while lost in thought.   I went into this book the way I often do: with my expectations tucked neatly away. No hype, no pressure, no assumptions about

I finished Uneasy Spaces on an evening that promised nothing memorable. The room was familiar, the day had been uneventful, and my mind was already drifting toward routine thoughts. Yet when I closed the book, something inside me refused to move on. I wasn’t overwhelmed or shaken in any obvious way. I was simply… altered. As if I had spent time listening to people speak softly about their lives, and their voices had followed me into the silence afterward. That, I think, is th

What happens when evil no longer needs to announce itself, and belief stops being about surrender and starts becoming a transaction?   That question sits at the heart of Aghori of Manikarnika 2: The Trident of Shiva, and it lingers long after the story moves on. I didn’t close this book feeling entertained; I closed it feeling quietly confronted, as if something ancient had observed me without judgment and left me alone with my answers.   Set against the unsettling stillness

I didn’t mean to start this book on a weekday night. I really didn’t. I had promised myself an early sleep, a calm mind, maybe even some music. But books have a strange way of choosing their own timing, don’t they? Escape from Kabul by Dr. Enakshi Sengupta didn’t knock politely — it slipped into my hands like a pulse waiting to be heard. And somewhere between opening the first page and taking the first sip of my green tea, the world around me went quiet. By page three, the te

It’s strange, isn’t it — how love sneaks up on you in the smallest of moments? A random smile from a stranger, a dog wagging its tail, a message from an old friend. That’s how this book found me too — quietly, unexpectedly, but all at once. Love, Multiplied (111 Times) didn’t shout for attention. It whispered. And somehow, that whisper was louder than all the noise around me.   Curated by Megha Bajaj — an author, TEDx speaker, educator, and someone who seems to have mastered

There’s something profoundly beautiful about inherited wisdom — the kind that isn’t written in textbooks but whispered over steaming cups of chai in courtyards fragrant with history. The Marwari Mindset: 10 Proverbs. 10 Stories. 100 Years of Business Wisdom by Chetan Murarka feels like sitting beside an elder who doesn’t just tell you how to do business, but how to live with dignity, discipline, and depth. It’s a rare kind of book — one that doesn’t chase you with flashy succ