Ever felt in love with fragrance around you. Ever tought of loosing that first soul pure love but not actually loosing it. Ever tought that not being together is also a part of love, it's also to be in love, it's also for love. This is not a book you simply close. It’s a book you carry—like a fragrance, like a scar, like love itself. Some books don’t just tell a story—they leave a fragrance behind, lingering in your heart long after you’ve turned the last page. The Book of Everlasting Things is one such creation The partition of 1947 did make an impact on the map but behind this lingering beauty lies the shadow of history… it's made a deep and unforgettable mark on the people involved and the generation that followed it. The story will enlighten you with love story blooming in Lahore between at 9 years sameer vij and 7 year Firdaus Khan, which began as a innocent childhood friendship in Lahore. But in 1947 their fate lead them apart, Aanchal Malhotra has captured the delicate alchemy of love, memory, and history with a voice that is both lyrical and piercing.What struck me most was the way the sensory world—scents, words, letters—was woven into the brutality of loss. Roses, musk, and attar exist alongside borders, blood, and displacement. The result is a narrative that is both intoxicating and heartbreaking. By the end, I wasn’t just reading about Samir and Firdaus—I was mourning them, carrying their story as if it belonged to me. This book reminded me that love doesn’t always need fulfillment to be everlasting; sometimes, it endures most fiercely in memory.