Suggest a book that broke you quietly and stayed with you.

What’s the most tragic piece of literature you’ve ever read, in English or Hindi? I’m looking for something that didn’t just make you sad, but stayed with you long after you finished it. The kind of writing that quietly breaks you, makes your heart feel heavy, and leaves you sitting still, thinking. Something that makes you cry without trying too hard, eases your own suffering in a strange way, and makes you appreciate life a little more. If a book changed how you see pain, love, or life itself, I’d really like to hear about it and why it meant so much to you.