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“Log kya kahenge”Ye sunte sunte — ab log kehne lage hain Sawal ye nahi haike log keh kyun rahe hainYe to unki fitrat hai — wo kahenge! Sawal ye hai ke —kya tum sun loge? Poori zindagiagar unke mutaabik zindagi na chuni to? Sawal ye nahi ke —log samajhte kyun nahiWo tumhe nahi samjhenge! Sawal ye hai ke —unke sawaal tumhe dadolate kyun hain? Sawal ye nahi ke —unki nasihatein tumhe jachti...

Every year, as Aishwarya Rai Bachchan walks the red carpet at Cannes Film Festival for what now feels like the n-th time, I find myself transported to another era entirely. An era of anticipationA simpler internetA younger fandom. .A younger us!!! There was a time when her Cannes appearance felt like an annual event stitched into the emotional calendar of our lives. We waited restlessly to see...

For a person whose predominant Love language is physical touch and quality time, nothing draws me closer to a person more than physical intimacy. And perhaps that is exactly why casual intimacy becomes so dangerous and exhausting for someone like me, and maybe you too Because what happens when a person who associates sex with vulnerability, surrender, romance and emotional nakedness starts...

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!”...

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...

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...

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...

“While Mumbai was about leaving things behindKolkata was about embracing the new” There has always been a cascade of emotions associated with Shaam-e-BaazgashtA 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...

Some journeys aren’t meant to be planned; they unfold like poems — line by line, breath by breath. This Mumbai trip was one such journey. It began with uncertainty...