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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...

(Built from the heart of Shaam-e-Baazgasht — Mumbai Edition and layered with personal reflections) I didn’t have an answer that night…. I still remember that evening at Shaam-e-Baazgasht, Mumbai edition — the music soft, the audience quieter than usual, and a dear old friend from the audience asking — “Krish, what is closure according to you?” The room paused, as if everyone had their own...

There’s a quiet ache that doesn’t make noise, sometimes it may take over like a storm but sometimes it just burns as soft embers.  It is not the heartbreak that screams, rather it is the steady gnawing knowledge that what you feel will not be returned in the same way. Unrequited feelings are among life’s most humbling teachers. They show you that love, in its purest form, cannot be demanded —...

(Built from the heart of Baakhabri-e-Baazgasht — Mumbai Edition and layered with personal reflections) We often measure love by its object — by how magnetic, beautiful, or unattainable the beloved seems. But over time, I’ve realised: the expression of love and its intensity are not reflections of how extraordinary the beloved is. They are reflections of how beautiful, awake, and loving the lover...