The implicit claim of a book gift is: I know you well enough to buy you the right one. Every bookworm has received the same three titles from five different people in a single year. The embarrassment is mutual. The giver meant well; the receiver now has to perform gratitude for something already on the shelf, still shrinkwrapped. Indian relatives make this worse by comparing notes at the last minute and somehow all arriving at the same airport-bookshop pick.
Accessories are the safer bet because they can't already own yours. A clip-on book light is genuinely useful (most Indian bedrooms run on one harsh overhead fixture), a dedicated e-reader cover or sleeve works for anyone with a device, and a good bookmark set signals small but real effort. If you're committing to an actual book, go regional over popular. A Malayalam, Tamil, or Marathi fiction title in translation, or anything from a smaller Indian press, carries near-zero duplication risk and sends the message a reader actually wants: you looked for something they hadn't found yet.
The most common mistake is the self-help or productivity book, picked because the buyer figures a reader will love any book. What it signals to a literary fiction or history reader is: you think I need optimising. The second trap is buying a subscription to a reading service they already pay for, or in a genre they don't touch. Neither mistake is forgiven quickly, because the recipient remembers what you thought of them every time they see it.