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April 27, 2026
✨ Shaam-e-Baazgasht — Bengaluru Diaries ✨8th February 2026
The gathering was small, intimate, cordial. Shaam-e-Baazgasht has never been about numbers — it has always been about resonance. A friend said — "It’s better to have an interested crowd, than a bloated one!" — and that made perfect sense!”
April 27, 2026
✨People have asked me — why did I start therapy…✨
The Right Therapy — My Journey in Journals This afternoon in between some paperwork for my patients and arranging documents for Dad’s upcoming laproscopic cholecystectomy (gall bladder) surgery, I landed up cataloging my therapy journals chronologically. And then I put together this entire entry! Journal Entry — 5th November 2025, 9:17 AM – 9:50 AM People have asked me — why did I start therapy… Mostly because I was tired of muscling through emotions that asked me to talk to them while I silenced and worked my way out of it, only to coil back into loneliness at night in the moments of solitude…I’ve often referred to myself as a dreamer — because my neurodivergence and hyperactive imagination as a queer kid always found safe haven in the world of self-conjured fiction.When the outside world felt unfit to fit in… here was a world just perfect for me to fit. I was the protagonist. I was the creator. Note — 10th November 2025, 4:35 PM In September 2024, as I watched myself sink again into the familiar abyss of heartbreak! That’s when I decided to seek help before I fell apart AGAIN! I wanted a space that was non-judgemental, professional […]
April 27, 2026
Delhi, you were kind! You made pieces of me — not whole! But ornamental✨
JOURNAL ENTRY18th January 2026,after wrapping up book signing at Delhi Book Fair (NDWBF) ✨✨✨ “Azaad ho gaye” —verses that resonated a broken heart — with tears of love… unreturned!— with vulnerable pain trying to seek refuge in self preservation! A space in the corners of every heart that loved so passionately that it consumed pieces of them — and left them more vibrant, more sensitive, more malleable! Verses that touched the heart, and pierced the soul! ✨✨✨ Sometimes when I appreciate my own poetry — Baazgasht, I am actually praising, not me, but the space, the emotions and the love that lead to the birth of these poems! Love, so beautiful, that it becomes art & poignance… It caresses your soul, not just your heart …It stimulates your existence, not just your passion! ✨✨✨ Delhi, you were kind! You made pieces of me — not whole!But ornamental … You did beyond healing —Because that is a destination I have already reached… You… You nurtured — you nourishedand, you validated Baazgashtwhile resonating with its echoes!while applauding its story,while extending the warmth;that we seek in Delhi winters! Thank you! Delhi… 🫂 You’re not a city —You’re an emotion, indeed! 💞✨
April 27, 2026
✨“Sometimes it is the darkness that I miss the most.”✨
That evening began at the Vizag Tirupati Balaji Temple. The sun was setting as I sat on the steps of the temple after darshan, having a mouthful of prasad. Still in formals, with a tote bag, hands folded, head bowed—heart oddly steady. I meditated for a while next to the stambh. The ambient sounds of winds blowing and the chanting of “Om Namo Venkatesaya” playing on loop—blissful and soul-stirring…I carried a quiet gratitude back into my chest. The 59th Indian Orthodontic Conference, Vizag, concluded that afternoon—successfully, smoothly. My lecture on leading a comprehensive cleft team as an orthodontist was well appreciated and applauded by one and all. Conversations wrapped up, smiles exchanged, hands shaken. By evening, despite feeling accomplished and appreciated, I wasn’t ecstatic, nor jittery. Just calm. Deeply, peacefully quaint. The kind of happiness that doesn’t shout—only rests. I didn’t even know, until I reached Vizag for the conference, that there was a Tirupati Balaji Temple by the same TTD trust of Tirumala in Vizag—it was inaugurated in 2022, according to the internet. And from the moment I heard of it, I was longing for HIM… to get darshan of Venkateshwara. I decided to take the manuscript of Phir […]
April 27, 2026
Shaam-e-Baazgasht Kolkata ✨22nd November 2025 — A Ropewalk
“While Mumbai was about leaving things behind…Kolkata was about embracing the new…” There has always been a cascade of emotions associated with Shaam-e-Baazgasht…A journey back and forth—into healing & out of it, back into the glorification of wounds — or as my therapist would call them, “battle scars”? A tight-rope act between balance and fall… The day before Shaam-e-Baazgasht Kolkata edition, my therapist wanted me to question:Is my gracious muscling-through of heartbreak the very battle that carved these poems into scars? And now, every time the applause lands, am I locking myself into an obligation to walk into the fire again — to relive the same ache each time Shaam-e-Baazgasht returns? Shaam-e-Baazgasht Mumbai (10th October 2025) was a major step in the healing arc.Couple of days after, I left the copy of Baazgasht kept for ‘N’ at the landmark where I last had met him — a symbolic act of returning my verses back to the place from where they once originated…A line from Sanjay Bhansali’s Devdas floats into my memory —“Pichle janam mein yahan se koi mitti le gaya hoga… so lautane aaya hai bechara!” But Kolkata… Kolkata needed more effort.Mumbai had drained the catharsis; this time, I found […]