It’s 1:16 AM, and I’m spiraling. Not in the way that’s loud or visible. Just a slow, quiet kind of unraveling — the kind that starts with a thought and ends with a memory. The kind that makes me question everything: the people I’ve trusted, the friendships I’ve held close, the version of myself I…
Some books don’t try to be understood—they ask to be felt, quietly, like grief that never quite finds a voice. Dandelions by Yasunari Kawabata is one of those books. Sparse and unsettling, it unfolds in fragments—half-formed memories, overheard conversations, ambiguous fears. Nothing quite resolves. And yet, within that ambiguity lies a piercing clarity: a meditation…
I’ve never been a fan of the classics. At least, not until recently. Sure, I’ve picked up a Jane Austen here, a Virginia Woolf there—mostly because everyone else was reading them. But I never truly gave them a fair shot. I skimmed, read half-heartedly, and rarely paused to take in the writing or what it…
She sits on a throne, high above the mortal plane, her presence an impenetrable force. A crown sits atop her head, glimmering with the weight of authority, while her long, manicured nails catch the light like sharpened daggers. Draped in a black dress, a veil cascades from her form, spreading out in dramatic arcs, a…
Being by myself had never been a problem. I could disappear into books, slipping from one story to the next, living in worlds that weren’t my own. It was the perfect escape—a way to keep my feelings at arm’s length, promising myself I’d deal with them later. Just like clicking “Remind me tomorrow” on a…
Thrillers with a supernatural twist are always a gamble. When done right, they create a perfect blend of psychological tension and eerie suspense. But too often, I’ve been disappointed when an author throws in a ghostly element at the last minute, as if saying, Surprise! The ghost did it!—a lazy shortcut that undermines the story’s…
What if I feel nothing? They say love is chemical—a perfect cocktail of dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin, all swirling in my brain, waiting for a spark. A brush of fingertips. A fleeting glance. But what if those signals never fire? What if the butterflies in my stomach have long since folded their wings, lying dormant,…
Exhaustion should have knocked her out, but something in the house refused to let her sleep. Tossing and turning in bed, Riya caught a sound — a faint shuffle, then a slow, deliberate step. She held her breath, straining to listen. Was it just the house settling… or something else? The hallway lights flickered, casting…
As I eagerly await the release of King of Envy, I found myself drawn back into the Kings of Sin series. And what better way to dive in than with King of Sloth—my absolute favourite? This book isn’t just a story; it’s an experience, one that had me hooked from the very first page. From…
As someone who reads thrillers almost exclusively, I’ve come to rely on romance as my perfect buffer genre. Romance books are my go-to for when I want something light, fun, and refreshing. They’re the best way to reset my reading rhythm when I feel like I’m falling into a slump. Thrillers are great, but reading…