At the Pace of the Pines

by Amit Pande

At the Pace of the Pines is an intimate story of a young man unraveling under the quiet weight of modern emptiness. Alienated by city life and burdened by a deep sense of disconnection, he drifts from one failed romance to another, numbing himself with fleeting pleasures and burning out amid the hollow rituals of corporate success. Haunted by loneliness and unable to escape his own thoughts, he teeters on the edge of suicide only to step back at the last moment and set out for the mountains, the one place that still feels real.

Among the pines, he begins to rebuild - finding work, rekindling forgotten passions, and joining a writing workshop led by an enigmatic mentor. Through their bond, he learns to face despair with creativity and courage. Just as he begins to glimpse a fragile sense of belonging, tragedy strikes, forcing him to reexamine everything he has come to believe about love, loss, and the meaning of survival.

At the Pace of the Pines asks, with quiet When life strips us bare, is healing ever truly within reach, or is every escape only a return to the same shadows we tried to flee? It offers a tender, unflinching look at alienation and hope for those who struggle to find their place in a world that demands conformity.

93 pages, Kindle Edition

Published January 15, 2026

Reviews

[Abhijeet Kumar · Rating 4 out of 5]

At the Pace of the Pines

"Once we reach adulthood, whether we’re ready or not, we’re catapulted into the world and left with the expectation to strive, to learn as we go, suffer in silence, and show up every single day."

At the Pace of the Pines by Amit Pande is a short, slice-of-life literary fiction. The book focuses on the loneliness and harsh realities of the urban lifestyle. Received it as a gift from the author, and here goes my review.

The novella is an intimate, reflective account of a young man alienated by city life and corporate burnout. Drifting from one romance to another and numbing himself with fleeting pleasures.

Although the book reads like a fictional story, it feels more like a personal biography (almost like a confession). It’s a tale of what feels like an early midlife crisis and the healing that follows. It’s calm and reflective, and quite philosophical in nature.

At just 93 pages, it beautifully captures the internal unrest arising due to the loneliness of a metro city. The author sits with you like a friend, talking about the emotional turmoil.

But then, it also feels really heavy and melancholic, even bordering on depressing. The themes of alienation, burnout, and emotional exhaustion are explored deeply.

The good thing is that the process of healing has been represented well, too. It feels authentic.

However, the same brevity that makes At the Pace of the Pines beautiful makes it feel incomplete, too. It felt as if the protagonist was holding back something. Life events felt abrupt.

Then, the lack of descriptions made it difficult to visualise the main character. For several chapters, I struggled to pinpoint whether the main character is male or female.

So, the book felt a bit underwhelming. Could have been presented better for a more immersive reading experience. It was like a collection of thoughts put together as some form of a story.

Still, I think I’m gonna recommend it. Those who love literary fiction and philosophical memoirs may like it. Many corporate professionals, living away from family, will connect with it.

[Alok Mishra · Rating 4 out of 5]

In At the Pace of the Pines, Amit Pande offers not merely a narrative of lived experience but a contemplative excavation of the modern self, bruised by expectation and yet stubbornly hopeful. The work stands as a testament to the quiet endurance of the human spirit, unfolding through silences, recollections, and fragile reconciliations with existence. Particularly compelling is the admission that “writing became my solace… the only place where I could truly breathe,” a line that elevates creative expression from hobby to necessity. Equally striking is the philosophical resignation embedded in the observation that “nobody truly knows why they do what they do. We just keep going.”

The memoir’s strength lies in its refusal to dramatise suffering. Instead, it approaches life with measured introspection, recognising that healing rarely announces itself. Pande’s prose, restrained yet evocative, ultimately affirms that meaning emerges not from certainty but from the courage to continue quietly, thoughtfully, and with unembellished honesty.

[Nakshatra Mishra · Rating 5 out of 5]

Amit Pande's writing is flowy... if that’s a word readers can decode in the exact sense I mean. The memoir or novella or the novel... whatever you may call it... does not let you rest at all! You understand, you decipher, you relate to, you ponder, and you certainly pause for a while after each strong idea extended by the author. Those who feel trapped in a world that makes little sense will relate to the protagonist’s predicament. The readers, in the ordinary sense of this word, will certainly respond to the story and like the way it poses questions without the moral obligation of answering those.
I am thoroughly impressed! I recommend this book to readers who want something new, fresh, and engaging. Do get a copy soon and start reading. You can relate to it.

[Adarsh Jha · Rating 5 out of 5]

Reading At the Pace of the Pines felt like sitting across from someone who has finally decided to speak without pretence. I was particularly struck by the quiet confession, “I hadn’t always been depressed, but I lost the will to act at a very young age.” That line lingered with me because it names a fatigue many of us disguise as maturity. The mountains in the book are not escapes but witnesses, steady and indifferent, reminding the narrator of proportion. When he writes, “I no longer yearn for a particular destination,” I feel a subtle shift within myself. This is not a memoir of conquest but of recalibration. It invites the reader to reconsider ambition, silence, and the simple courage required to remain present.

[Akshay Sinha · Rating 4 out of 5]

A bookworm friend recommended this book to me. And I approached this memoir expecting a familiar arc of breakdown and redemption. Instead, I encountered something far more intimate and unsettling. The author’s reflection that “writing became my solace… the only place where I could truly breathe” resonated deeply with my own relationship to words. What moved me most was the absence of spectacle. Even in the face of despair, the narrative remains measured and lucid. The conversations about faith and suffering do not seek resolution but sincerity. By the final chapters, I did not feel instructed or inspired in a conventional sense. I felt steadied. This book reminded me that survival can be thoughtful, deliberate, and even quietly dignified.

[Jagdish Sharma · Rating 4 out of 5]

Revealing... touching and sardonic!
This memoir operates as a subtle psychological study of contemporary dislocation. The narrator’s movement through school insecurity, collegiate indulgence, professional fatigue, and eventual retreat into the mountains forms a coherent emotional trajectory. His observation that “nobody truly knows why they do what they do. We just keep going” serves as both a confession and a critique. The book interrogates routine without condemning it. What distinguishes the narrative is its disciplined restraint. Emotional turbulence is never sensationalised. Instead, it accumulates through detail and reflection. The result is a portrait of a generation negotiating inherited expectations and private fragilities, searching not for success but for equilibrium.

[Kundan Sharma · Rating 5 out of 5]

At the Pace of the Pines unfolds as a reflective journey through emotional fatigue, creative recovery, and the search for inner equilibrium. Amit Pande’s narrative voice remains calm and observant even as it explores themes of loneliness, doubt, and quiet resilience. The movement from urban disillusionment to the contemplative stillness of the mountains is rendered with restraint and authenticity. Particularly compelling is the book’s insistence that healing is gradual and often imperceptible. Rather than offering a dramatic transformation, the memoir affirms the value of persistence and attentiveness. It is a work that values sincerity over spectacle and introspection over resolution, leaving readers with a lingering sense of thoughtful calm.

[Alka Shikha · Rating 4 out of 5]

What can I say? I am still stuck in the pages... even after reading this book thoroughly! This book unfolds like a long exhale. Rather than presenting life as a sequence of achievements, it reveals how survival itself becomes a quiet triumph. The early reflections on isolation, drifting purpose, and emotional fatigue are strikingly honest. What moved me most was the understated recognition that healing does not arrive dramatically. It accumulates in small moments like watching mountains, sharing conversations, or simply choosing to continue. Few memoirs dare to remain this patient.
Kudos to Amit for coming up with this intriguing and challenging work!

[Avdhesh Anand · Rating 5 out of 5]

The romantic threads in this memoir are defined by absence rather than fulfilment. Whether recalling early infatuations or later connections, the narrator treats love as something often realised too late. When he reflects that some people remain “a lifetime to mourn and finally move on,” the statement feels painfully true. This book understands that not all love stories seek closure.
Likewise, life, as a whole, has been perceived in this book in an entirely peculiar fashion. The author does not seem bothered by the ends or consequences. He is just putting forth the opinions... without being judgemental, without any complaints...

[Deepika · Rating 4 out of 5]

Reading this memoir altered my pace... my pace in life. I found myself pausing after certain passages, particularly those describing long walks, quiet cafés, and unhurried conversations. The author writes, “I no longer yearn for a particular destination.” That line stayed with me long after I finished the book. It made me reconsider how much of my anxiety stems from constant forward motion.
Do we all need to hold and pause for a few moments? Just to reconsider everything around us or just do nothing...? You will be intrigued once you start reading this book (and it keeps asking you questions).

[Rahul Singh · Rating 5 out of 5]

Beyond its personal dimensions, At the Pace of the Pines is a sustained inquiry into meaning. The philosophical exchanges about God, suffering, and human will are woven seamlessly into lived experience. The narrator questions whether suffering is necessary for growth, yet he resists easy cynicism. His recognition that mountains heal not by offering answers but by offering perspective reveals the book’s central thesis. Stillness becomes instruction. The prose remains accessible yet contemplative, allowing existential concerns to unfold organically. This memoir will resonate with readers who value reflection over spectacle and sincerity over dramatic resolution.

[Aarohi Mehra · Rating 5 out of 5]

What makes this memoir compelling is its insistence on accountability. The narrator does not externalise blame for failed relationships, lost opportunities, or emotional withdrawal. Instead, he acknowledges his complicity in his own isolation. The line “To survive, they close their hearts, embrace sensibility, and start seeing things for what they truly are” captures the quiet erosion that adulthood often demands. Yet the book ultimately argues that sensibility need not extinguish wonder. By returning to writing and to the mountains, the narrator rediscovers proportion rather than perfection. This is a mature and thoughtful work that honours vulnerability without romanticising it.

[Payal · Rating 4 out of 5]

In At the Pace of the Pines, solitude is not treated as exile but as architecture. The narrator constructs an interior dwelling out of silence, distance, and memory. Schoolyard hesitations, college excesses, corporate detachment, and the eventual withdrawal into the mountains form a coherent emotional design. What appears at first as retreat gradually reveals itself as reorientation. The book suggests that one must sometimes step outside the rush of relevance in order to rediscover proportion. Its quiet strength lies in the author’s refusal to dramatise pain; instead, he studies it, measures it, and ultimately learns to live beside it.

[Ravi Upadhyay · Rating 5 out of 5]

The book is a unique contribution to contemporary Indian English literature. There are many things about the book that contemporary readers will love reading. The mountain passages are not decorative; they function as philosophical anchors. When the narrator observes that standing before the peaks feels like “standing at heaven’s door,” the metaphor feels earned rather than ornamental. The book suggests that stillness can be restorative in ways ambition cannot. As someone accustomed to constant activity, I found this perspective quietly transformative.

[Asian Book Critics (VA) · Rating 4 out of 5]

I don't know why... but I could see myself longing for solace on the pages of this book. Intriguing book!
I rarely encounter books that mirror my internal monologue so precisely. The descriptions of drifting through routines, attending social gatherings without presence, and seeking refuge in solitude felt uncomfortably familiar. One line stayed with me: “To survive, they close their hearts, embrace sensibility, and start seeing things for what they truly are.” It forced me to question whether practicality has quietly replaced wonder in my own life.

[Heena · Rating 5 out of 5]

Do the characters in this book change? Will readers find any peaceful resolution or just a tale that keeps on telling? There are many things that keep coming forth in your mind when you start reading this book. Transformation in this narrative is gradual and understated. There is no dramatic turning point, only a slow recalibration of priorities. The move to the mountains, the embrace of freelance work, and the return to writing are depicted as practical choices rather than heroic leaps. This realism makes the journey believable and deeply relatable.

[Sima Reader · Rating 5 out of 5]

As an author, Amit Pande’s thoughts on writing were interesting. I would say, in this book, sections on writing are among the most compelling. Writing is presented not as an ambition but as a necessity. The narrator admits that words became the only space where he could express what he could not articulate aloud. This portrayal restores dignity to creative expression without romanticising the artistic life.
A rare book that I would recommend to my friends... just for a change and trying something compelling just because of honesty shown by the author!

[Vedant Singh · Rating 5 out of 5]

This memoir is remarkable for its refusal to impress. There is no performative vulnerability, no dramatic self-condemnation. The narrator speaks of despair with clarity rather than spectacle, noting how routine and fatigue can erode desire long before one recognises the damage. His decision to move closer to nature does not promise transformation but offers space for reflection. The prose remains measured and precise, allowing the emotional weight to accumulate organically. Readers who seek authenticity rather than narrative theatrics will find this book quietly compelling.

[Vidyananda Jha · Rating 5 out of 5]

I read this book during a personally difficult phase, and it felt less like literature and more like companionship. The narrator’s admission, “I hadn’t always been depressed, but I lost the will to act at a very young age,” resonated deeply. It captures a quiet exhaustion many of us carry. The book never preaches recovery; it simply walks alongside the reader. That restraint makes its moments of hope far more convincing.

[Rajnish Mishra · Rating 5 out of 5]

One of the book’s most impressive achievements is its subtle exploration of male vulnerability. From schoolyard insecurities to adult emotional withdrawal, the narrative maps how men learn to conceal rather than communicate. The sections reflecting on friendships, failed intimacy, and emotional illiteracy are particularly insightful. The author never outright blames society; instead, he observes its influence with unsettling clarity.

[Kumar Ashwini · Rating 5 out of 5]

The book is more or less a "Literary Portrait of Emotional Fatigue"... If I may put it this way!

This book captures emotional fatigue with rare precision. It shows how despair does not always manifest as a dramatic breakdown but as persistent numbness. The narrator’s experiences with corporate monotony, creative doubt, and social disconnection form a portrait of contemporary exhaustion. Yet the writing remains composed, almost gentle, which heightens its impact.

[Kriti · Rating 5 out of 5]

The philosophical conversations scattered throughout the book, including those about God, suffering, and meaning, are handled with admirable restraint. Instead of offering conclusions, the narrative presents questions and allows them to linger. One passage notes, “Nobody truly knows why they do what they do. We just keep going.” This acknowledgement of uncertainty becomes the book’s central strength.

[Abhishek Ranjan · Rating 5 out of 5]

The book is interesting... I enjoyed reading it from the very first page to the last. The nonlinear structure mirrors how memory operates. Past and present intertwine, creating emotional continuity rather than chronological order. This approach invites the reader to engage actively, piecing together insights across time. It rewards attentive reading. Additionally, one must be patient and allow time for the narrative to unfold.

[Naman Singh · Rating 5 out of 5]

Amit Pande’s book is one of those titles that highlight how art, literature, and creativity can help restore some balance in this fast-paced world that is longing for the unknown... The sheer chaos in the protagonist's life, as they struggle to find peace and stability, touches you as a reader. And the best part is that the author does not claim to have cracked a secret code or solved the problem. You just roll with reality and keep rolling...

[Devendra Babu · Rating 5 out of 5]

Amit’s memoir/novella/story or whatever you may call it... keeps you engaged. It asks many questions. It answers none. The nature of this narrative is inquisitive, relatable, and relevant to contemporary readers who find themselves trapped in 9-to-5 desk jobs or a lifestyle that rewards very little. Amit has conceived a narrative that compels readers to reconsider.... many things in life, about life and of life.

[Ashish Ranjan · Rating 4 out of 5]

Amit's book is a very different kind of read... You may find reflections of your own life. You may also find glimpses of life in general. You may also see the book as a manifesto of the quandary and conundrum we live through every day in this world. More than a book, this short piece of literature becomes something you can easily relate to, read it as a whole or in fragments and still want more. I am very happy that I picked this one when one of my friends suggested so.

[Ramesh Gupta · Rating 5 out of 5]

The later chapters, which deal with loss and unresolved conversations, are devastating in their simplicity. The diary entry discovered after the mentor’s death, and the line “Don’t stop writing,” encapsulate a lifetime of unspoken care. The book handles grief without spectacle, allowing its weight to emerge gradually.

[Rishi Arya · Rating 5 out of 5]

Beyond its personal narrative, the book offers a subtle critique of contemporary life. The pressure to perform, accumulate, and constantly improve is shown to erode inner peace. Yet the author does not advocate total withdrawal. Instead, he seeks balance. It comes from work that sustains rather than consumes, relationships that nourish rather than drain.

[Priyanka · Rating 5 out of 5]

At its core, this is a book about choosing to stay – it is staying alive, staying present, staying open to possibility. The narrator’s struggle with despair is depicted without embellishment, making his decision to continue all the more meaningful. Survival here is not triumphant; it is deliberate.

[Agastya Sharma · Rating 5 out of 5]

This book maps emotional states onto physical landscapes. Urban spaces feel suffocating and transactional, while the mountains offer openness and reflection. Yet the author avoids idealising escape. He recognises that inner turmoil travels with us. The mountains provide clarity, not a cure.