YOU WIN WHEN YOU DON’T PLAY - 10 Lessons in Letting Go and Finding Quiet Power - Sharmila Sengupta

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“Letting go isn’t giving up. It’s growing wiser.”

Sharmila Sengupta’s book titled ‘You Win When You Don’t Play’ is replete with little life lessons on how to make space for grace to enter. There are so many pithy quotes that help the reader to loosen control over stress and pressure, all with simple examples to drive home the point.

The author talks about boundaries that are not walls but doors to be opened to let peace in. It is vital to stay true to oneself and believe in the power of faith rather than force. “It’s about learning to trust the spaces in between – the unseen, the unplanned, the unforced.”

She also waxes eloquent on the strength hidden in stillness, and offers various practices to realign and restructure life. Peace arrives when one finally pauses, breathes meaningfully, repeats affirmations and practises laughing. This book is, indeed, a whisper in one’s ear that offers lessons on calming, reflecting, softening and letting life flow.

‘The mind says, “Keep going.”

The soul whispers, “Come home.”

 

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The author, Sharmila Sengupta

Comments

  1. Pradeep Nair11/16/2025 11:23:00 AM

    Letting go is definitely one way achieving peace. It not only makes one feel lighter but also makes us calm and start over.

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  2. Chinmayee Gayatree Sahu11/16/2025 02:00:00 PM

    Letting go is an art and I can say I still have to learn it. Thanks for introducing the Author & the book.

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  3. Tomichan Matheikal11/19/2025 07:29:00 PM

    Very concise review. I liked this particularly: The mind says, “Keep going.”

    The soul whispers, “Come home.”

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