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(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...