(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 unfinished story echoing inside them. I paused too, smiled, and said, “Interestingly, I don’t have an answer to this right away… but we can talk through it.” And that’s exactly what we did. The conversation that followed will find its full place in “The Nishant Conundrum”, whenever it’s ready. But today, as I read the transcript of that night and write this, I’ve learned that closure is not a single moment. It’s a journey — often long, uneven, and rarely given by another person. Closure isn’t one door slamming shut; it’s the slow turning of many handles — one memory, one moment, one emotion at a time. It doesn’t arrive one fine morning over coffee, or appear at a temple, a beach, or in someone’s message. It comes from within — quietly, deliberately, often painfully. […]

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 — only experienced. You can’t control who you love, but you can learn how to act on those feelings of love. Emotions rise on their own, but what you do with them — that part is yours.You can choose to act out of impulse or with awareness. And awareness is where healing begins! Love that isn’t returned doesn’t make you foolish. It just makes you human. As Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar says, “In true love, there is no room for heartbreak — heartbreak is just broken expectations.”  The pain isn’t born of love itself; it’s born of wanting something back. At some point, you have to make friends with those unrequited feelings. Let them sit beside you, quietly, like an old companion. Stop fighting them — they’re only trying […]

(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 is. Love doesn’t become sacred because the other person is perfect. It becomes sacred because something divine within you stirs in their presence — a remembrance of your own capacity to love! As Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar says: “We are all made up of a substance called love.” It’s not about the worthiness of the one you love — it’s about the abundance of love that already lives within you. At the Mindfulness and poetry session, Baakhabri-e-Baazgasht, which was hosted in the  Garima Greh, Goregaon in association with Tweet foundation and Kartavya foundation on 11th October 2025, I found myself saying: “Aapke andar ki jo sundarta hai, wo aapke prem ke madhyam se baahar aati hai…”“Aap agar kisi se prem karte ho, wo is liye nahi ki wo insaan acha hai ya kharab hai.Aapka pehchaan hi […]