Once upon a time, India had only one television channel, one national conversation and, almost miraculously, one collective memory.

The book cover itself tells a story. A young man walks along a garden path beside Krishna, seemingly engaged in an ordinary conversation. But this is no ordinary walk. It is a symbolic journey from confusion to clarity, from anxiety to inner peace, and from questions to wisdom. That idea captures the essence of Tarun Garg’s Kuch Kadam Krishna Ke Saath.

The biggest story in India is not what television debates shout about every night. It is what they carefully avoid.

The American Dream comes with fine print. Santosh Nayar discovered it the hard way. He went to America with ambition, professional qualifications and hopes of building a better life. What he got was a package nobody would willingly order: career success, three marriages, bipolar disorder, alcohol, broken relationships, courtrooms and prison. Hollywood might have turned it into a blockbuster.

When Johannes Gutenberg invented the movable-type printing press in 1455, he could hardly have imagined a future where publishing a book would become so simple that almost every writer could become their own publisher.

It is eight on a warm summer morning. At a dusty road junction in a village of Govardhan tehsil in Mathura district, a group of boys and girls waits for the school bus. Their uniforms are spotless. Their shoes shine. Colourful school bags hang from their shoulders.