Safar-e-Baazgasht ✨Mumbai Tour October 2025
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.
The Mumbai Book Fair — my original reason to travel — got cancelled just weeks before its dates. For a brief while, it felt like the echoes of Baazgasht would never reach the city I once loved and lost myself in.
But grace has its own timing.
Within days, what seemed like a setback became a sequence of serendipities — back-to-back events emerging out of thin air, as though the city itself wanted to listen!
From Shaam-e-Baazgasht at Versova, to Baakhabari-e-Baazgasht at the Garima Greh Transgender Shelter Home, to Sada-e-Baazgasht, the open-mic evenings at Bandra and Chembur — it was a first of its kind. I never imagined the echoes of Baazgasht would one day find a home in Cat Cafe Studio, Versova, or Jashn Studio, Bandra and the Adagio Studio Chembur!
In the laughter of strangers who became friends, or in the applause that felt less like noise and more like understanding, Baazgasht felt like it had been heard, finally!
✨Shaam-e-Baazgasht on the 10th evening wasn’t just an event — it was a culmination.
Of love once lost, of art reborn, of a heart learning to speak again through verses.
The warmth in that little studio — the vulnerability, the resonance — reminded me why I ever began writing at all.
✨Baakhabari-e-Baazgasht, on the 11th morning, turned into an awakening — a mindfulness and poetry reading session for souls often pushed to society’s margins at Garima Greh, Goregaon. Poetry found a new purpose there — not performance, but presence.
✨Sada-e-Baazgasht, that same evening, distilled the essence of these echoes — for poetry and music lovers who came to simply listen, feel, and belong.
✨The afternoon of 12th, Sunday was my pause — time to myself, revisiting the story at the same place that was pivotal to it’s journey, a story that once hurt, only to leave the pain there. It felt like a sacred ritual: a small flame of closure lit quietly within…
✨And then that evening ,right before I was to bid Mumbai goodbye came a strange surprise — like life’s own encores.
An impromptu poetry reading at Andheri while having dinner at a restaurant with a friend and author! No mic, no plan, no spotlight — just words flowing unfiltered. The same city that once witnessed my ache now witnessed my peace.
This journey gave me more than success; it gave me stillness.
It gave Baazgasht its wings — but it also gave me mine.
The validation, the love, the understanding from readers and poets alike — each was a silent nod that art, when honest, heals both the giver and the listener.
Somewhere between applause and silence, I found what I’d been seeking all along — closure.
Not the kind that ends a story, but the kind that lets you begin anew.
Now, when I think of returning to Mumbai, it’s no longer to complete an arc — but simply to share joy.
To celebrate art without ache, love without loss, and poetry without pretense. 💖
To every soul who showed up, reached out, listened, and held space — thank you.
You made Safar-e-Baazgasht not just a journey… but a homecoming.
— Dr. Krish
Orthodontist | Mindfulness coach | Author
