History doesn’t just live in dates and wars—it lives in voices that were almost silenced. The book #TheGardenOfHeaven by Madhulika Liddle reminded me of that. There’s a piece of art, a single tile—so fragile, yet carrying centuries of memory. That image stayed with me. Sometimes a story doesn’t just tell you about people; it shows you how even the smallest things can hold the weight of heaven itself. Along with this, the book lets you feel the pain of history—how almost every temple was demolished by the Mughals, yet parts of each temple survived, either with or without their knowledge. Amid the sorrow of the past, what feels rejuvenating is how, in an era of sheer male dominance, #Razia, the first #Sultana, stands bold, fierce, and unforgettable. She isn’t written as a shadow but as a flame, and through her, the book becomes more than history—it becomes resistance carved in words. The book also tells you that the song of #Heeramandi #Sakalban #PhoolRahiSarso, sung by #AmeerKhusro for his teacher #HazratNizamuddinAuliya, was 700 years old. On the day of Basant Panchami, the mustard flower (sarso) and its yellow color are so auspicious in Hindu tradition, adding layers of meaning to the story. Talking about Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya, the book does not forget to mention the great architecture of #Delhi, which inspires you to see these places with your own eyes. For instance, the old stepwell in Delhi, Agrasen ki Baoli, stands in the book almost like a witness—stone after stone holding centuries of secrets. It ties the past to the present, reminding us that places remember what people try to forget. This book isn’t just read—it’s felt. It’s a reminder that power, love, and longing are stitched together in ways we can’t always name, but we can always sense. ✨ The Garden of Heaven is not a story you put down; it’s a story that lingers in your bones.