Malvika Singh
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The carton arrived the way good things always do here in Mumbai: sweating slightly, a little battered at the corners, smelling of somewhere else. I knew what it was before I opened it. You always know. There is a particular hush that falls over a house when the year’s first mangoes from your own farm…
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Gabrielle Zevin’s Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow is a love story that refuses to call itself one – a novel about games, grief, creativity, and the people we can’t live without.
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Some Father’s Days, I find myself standing in two places at once. I’m the daughter who grew up wrapped in a love that never asked for anything back — and I’m the mother now, watching my own Little Miss look up at her father the way I once looked up at mine. This year, that…
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Reading Heathcliff’s revenge as a two-generation leveraged buyout, not a love story.
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The summer holidays always end the same way for us – too fast, and with a small human who has very strong opinions about waking up early again. School reopened this week, and our mornings are back to their familiar shape: my alarm going off, a gentle (and then less gentle) round of nudging, and…
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Halfway through 2026 and eighteen books deep — a mid-year reading check-in from a rainy Mumbai, spanning Japanese comfort fiction, classic mysteries, Indian voices, and one banker’s risk-reader lens.
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Sensory-friendly, affordable indoor activities for special needs children this monsoon — calming corners, fine motor crafts, and rainy-day play that’s actually been tested at home.


