The Things We Carry Home by Savi Sharma — A Moving Story About Grief, Family and Healing

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Review:

“It’s not about becoming better. Just softer with your own grief, with your own guilt, with the versions of yourself, you are still learning to forgive. There’s a silence that suffocates, and then there’s a silence that saves. The ache doesn’t disappear, but something inside you stops resisting it.”

There are some losses that change the way you look at home, at family, and even at the people you thought you knew completely. Sometimes, it is only after someone is gone that we begin to understand the things we never asked, the things we never said, and the distance we allowed to grow between us. There are books that quietly sit beside you when you are carrying something you don’t quite know how to put into words.

The Things We Carry Home by Savi Sharma is one such book. A story about grief, distance, love and finding your way back home. Savi Sharma once again brings the magic of her words — words that are heartwarming, comforting, yet aching. Words that tell you the truth but somehow soothe the silence that comes with it. Words that  make you sit with the truth, help you accept the truth, even when it hurts.

The story follows Avdhi, a renowned author who lives away from home. One day, she receives the call that her mother has passed away, forcing her to return to her home in the quiet hills of Shimla. But returning home also means returning to everything she had left behind. As Avdhi settles into the house she once shared with her mother, she begins to realise that the distance she had created over the years was not merely physical. It had slowly become a distance in their relationship too. And now, in the absence of her mother, she begins to understand what she truly craved and what she had unknowingly pushed away.

One of the things I loved most about the book is the way Savi Sharma has depicted Avdhi’s relationships with her parents. Her bond with her father, and especially the complicated bond she shared with her mother, adds so much emotional depth to the story. The mother-daughter relationship is particularly beautifully portrayed. Her mother isn’t someone who knows how to express herself easily. Her love often comes through in ways that can appear distant, and perhaps that inability to express what she feels is what creates so much misunderstanding between them. There is something incredibly real about that relationship because the love is present, even when it doesn’t always look like love.

And then there are the letters her mother leaves behind. The letters become one of the most beautiful parts of the story because they allow Avdhi to encounter her mother in a way she never could while she was alive. Through them, she begins to see the woman behind the role of a mother — her fears, her choices, her vulnerabilities and her imperfections.

The plot is beautiful, but what stayed with me most was how organically Savi Sharma builds this emotional journey. The story doesn’t rely only on the central loss; it slowly unfolds through Avdhi’s memories, relationships, conversations and the people she encounters along the way. The little details add depth to the plot, making it feel layered rather than simply moving from one event to another.

The narrative is intimate, reflective and deeply character-driven. We remain close to Avdhi’s thoughts and emotions as she tries to make sense of her grief, her past and the relationship she shared with her mother. There is a quietness to the storytelling that works beautifully with the subject of grief. The slower moments, the silences, the conversations and even the seemingly small encounters are given enough space to settle.

Savi’s writing style is crisp yet descriptive, with a beautiful balance between simplicity and emotional depth. Her tone remains warm, comforting and contemplative even when the story enters painful territory. She doesn’t make every emotion dramatic; instead, many of the strongest emotions come through in the silences, the little observations and the things left unsaid. That restraint makes the emotional moments feel more honest.

The pacing is deliberately unhurried in parts, which works for the story because grief itself doesn’t move in a straight line. There are moments when the narrative pauses to let Avdhi process what she is feeling, and those pauses become an important part of the reading experience. At the same time, the letters, revelations and unexpected turns keep the story moving forward.

I also loved how the narrative allows us to see people through Avdhi’s changing perspective. As she begins to understand herself differently, the way we understand the people around her also changes. It makes the storytelling feel less about finding definitive answers and more about discovering different sides of the same relationship.

Savi once again weaves together love, family, loss, hope, resilience and finding oneself into an emotional journey that feels deeply human. With Avdhi, we sail through this emotional roller coaster and slowly understand that healing doesn’t happen overnight. It happens in small moments — when we let something go, when we acknowledge our mistakes, when we accept what cannot be changed, and when we finally make space for the people and emotions we had been trying to keep away.

The book also beautifully explores how keeping people at a distance so that we don’t hurt them doesn’t necessarily protect anyone. Sometimes, we need to acknowledge the distance, understand where it came from, accept our mistakes and allow ourselves to reconnect. There is guilt. There are tears. There is anger. There are things Avdhi wishes she could change. But underneath it all, there is love. And what makes the story particularly moving is that it isn’t about easy forgiveness.

Avdhi doesn’t simply forget the hurt or suddenly make peace with everything that happened. Instead, she slowly learns to look again. To look at her mother not just as her mother, but as a person — someone who had her own fears, flaws, choices and vulnerabilities. And perhaps even more importantly, she begins to look at herself differently.

One of the things I particularly loved about the book is how it explores anger. Sometimes, anger becomes a form of protection. We hold on to it because it feels easier than admitting that underneath it lies hurt, disappointment, fear or the need to be understood. Avdhi slowly begins to realise that perhaps some of the anger she carried was also protecting her from confronting the grief beneath it. But what makes Avdhi’s journey even more beautiful is that her world isn’t limited to her own grief. Through the people she meets, we begin to see how differently people experience life, love, loss and relationships.

There are so many little details in the book that I loved — the conversations, the observations, the people Avdhi encounters and the way she has unknowingly touched the lives of others. We see the world through Avdhi’s eyes, but we also begin to understand how the people around her see the world differently. I particularly loved how the café becomes a space where Avdhi encounters different people and different perspectives. Sometimes, the people we meet briefly can leave us with thoughts that stay much longer than expected.

There is one line that stayed with me long after I finished the book:

“I miss the version of me that didn’t flinch when loved.”

That line is so simple, yet so deeply layered. Because when you really sit with it, you begin to think about how much of our lives can be shaped by our inability to receive love without fear. How past experiences can make us suspicious of affection, how hurt can make us withdraw, and how sometimes we don’t realise that we are pushing away the very thing we long for. That, for me, is what Savi Sharma does beautifully throughout this book. She takes seemingly simple emotions and gives you enough space to sit with them, question them and see them differently.

Her interaction with Kabir, in particular, was thought-provoking for me. It opens up paths of thought and questions that you don’t necessarily expect when you begin the book. It makes you pause and reconsider certain ideas about people, relationships and the way we perceive our own lives. Even the strangers she meets at the café add another layer to the story, reminding us that sometimes the briefest encounters can leave behind the longest thoughts.

With every chapter and every event, Avdhi begins to unravel the knots in her perception — her anger, her assumptions, her relationship with her mother and, ultimately, her relationship with herself. In many ways, Avdhi’s journey also feels like a coming-of-age story. Not in the traditional sense of growing older, but of growing into a more mature understanding of love, family, forgiveness and oneself. Sometimes growing up means realising that the people who hurt us can also be people who loved us deeply. It means accepting that two truths can exist at the same time.

The characters are beautifully developed. I, of course, loved Avdhi, but Hina Aunty and Raghu Uncle were particularly special to me. They become her anchors in the most unexpected ways, reminding her that sometimes healing arrives through people we never expected to need. They are not merely characters who happen to be around Avdhi; they become an important part of her emotional journey. Through their presence, conversations and understanding, Avdhi slowly begins to recognise her own emotions and understand the things she has been carrying within herself.

And then there is the emotional impact of the book. This isn’t something you simply read in one sitting and move on from. It is a book you read, pause over, sit with the emotion, and process alongside the characters. You don’t just watch Avdhi grieve; you begin to understand what her grief feels like.

Having experienced loss myself and still being somewhere within that journey of grief and healing, this book touched a part of me that is difficult to explain. There are books that make you emotional, and then there are books that make you feel seen. The Things We Carry Home felt like the latter. It reminded me that healing isn’t about becoming a completely different or better version of ourselves. Sometimes, healing is simply about becoming softer with the version of ourselves that is still learning to forgive. The climax is unexpected, and I loved the way the tables turn throughout the story. Some revelations make you look back at the characters and their choices differently, adding another layer to everything you have read before.

At its heart, The Things We Carry Home is an intense, heartwarming and deeply emotional story about grief, family, forgiveness and finding your way back to yourself. It reminds us that home isn’t always just a place we return to. Sometimes, coming home means returning to the parts of ourselves we abandoned along the way, and making peace with the people, memories and versions of ourselves we have been carrying all this while. Because perhaps that is what home ultimately is — the pieces of us that the rest of the world may never know.

A beautiful book to read slowly, especially if you are navigating grief, healing, complicated family relationships, forgiveness or simply trying to make peace with the things you carry within you.

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Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What is The Things We Carry Home by Savi Sharma about?

The Things We Carry Home is an emotional story about grief, family, love, forgiveness and finding your way back to yourself. It follows Avdhi as she returns home after her mother’s death and begins confronting memories, relationships and things left unsaid.

2. Is The Things We Carry Home a story about grief?

Yes. Grief is at the heart of the story, but the book also explores how grief affects relationships, identity, memory and the way we understand the people we love.

3. What makes the mother-daughter relationship in the book special?

The relationship feels layered and real because their love isn’t always expressed openly. Through letters and memories, Avdhi begins to see her mother not just as her mother, but as a person with her own fears, choices, vulnerabilities and struggles.

4. Is The Things We Carry Home a slow-paced book?

It is a reflective, character-driven read with an unhurried pace in places. The story gives space to its characters, conversations, memories and emotions, while unexpected encounters and revelations keep it moving.

5. Is The Things We Carry Home worth reading?

If you enjoy emotional stories about grief, family relationships, healing and self-discovery, this is a book that offers plenty to sit with and reflect on.

Reader_viddh’s Take

The Things We Carry Home is the kind of book you don’t simply finish and move on from. It makes you pause and think about the people we love, the things we leave unsaid, and how differently love can look from one person to another. If you enjoy emotional, character-driven stories about grief, family, healing and finding your way back to yourself, this is a beautiful book to read slowly and experience.

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